Corporal Punishment

Chapter Eight: The Economics of Pain

They arrived at Tami's economics class with no further incidents right as the bell rang. Mrs. Rutger didn't even speak to Mr. Styne as she pushed Tami into the room, instead hurrying back to her own classroom. Tami looked at Mr. Styne submissively, wondering just what her economics teacher had in store for her.

"Well now. It's finally my turn to demonstrate the physical punishments for disobedience. I had wondered if there would be anything left. Obviously my fellow educators are more lenient than I thought." His gray wavy hair wiggled obscenely as he grinned.

Mr. Styne opened his desk drawer as Tami stood at the front of the classroom, her eyes quickly seeking out Heather and Brad, both who kept staring at her from the back row. Together, all three watched as Mr. Styne pulled out two sets of leather cuffs, thick ones, with silver loops embedded in the leather. He picked them up and looked out at the class.

"Ms. Rowe! I know you are close friends with Ms. Edwards. Please come to the front of the class and place these on your friend, tightly." He held up the cuffs. Heather's eyes widened and she shook her head.

"Oh please, Mr. Styne, I don't want to be involved." Heather said quickly, glancing at Tami.

Styne smiled. "Ms. Rowe, I'm not going to ask you again." Mr. Styne said, his voice taking a hard edge.

"I-I-I just can't!" Heather gasped, her face going bright red.

Styne frowned, but then smiled again, holding the cuffs out to one of the boys on the front row. "Mr. Parish, please put these on Ms. Edwards."

Chet Parish quickly got up, a grin across his face. He took the leather cuffs and went to Tami's side. Tami helped by raising her arms and Chet took only a moment to buckle the thick padded leather around each wrist. He knelt at her feet as he buckled the ankle cuffs on, taking the liberty of running his hand up and down her leg.

"Thank you Mr. Parish." Mr. Styne said. He stood up and took hold of Tami's arm, pulling her in front of his unusually empty desk. He reached back into the drawer and pulled out a thick leather collar, studded and ringed. With a few deft movements he placed it around Tami's neck. Another length of leather appeared and the class watched as he placed it around her waist, its ringed and studded length matching the other accessories she wore.

"Nice belt, Tam…" someone muttered, causing Mr. Styne to raise his head and glare out at the class. "None of that!" He said loudly. There was a responding titter of laughter and he yanked the belt tight, buckling it behind Tami at the base of her spine.

"Mr. Parish? I have another job for you." Styne said, pulling three long pieces of rope from his bag. "The two red ones should be hung from the hooks in the corners of the room, and this yellow one should go to the hook right there under the clock. Do you understand? Bring the loose ends back to the desk." He handed all three lines to Chet, who quickly moved to the back corner of the room, stood on a chair, and hung the rope from the new installed hook.

As the class watched Chet Parish follow his instructions, Mr. Styne removed a fourth rope from his drawer. One end had been knotted into a small loop, and Mr. Styne bent down behind the desk, snagging it on the fourth hook he had installed that morning. When he stood upright, Chet Parish stood in front of Tami holding all three ropes. It was fairly apparent that Styne had cut and measured them exactly, as all three, even the ones radiating from the back corners of the room, all met almost exactly at the desk.

"Excellent, Mr. Parish. Please just hold them for me for a moment." Styne leaned forward and grinned at Tami. "Up on the desk, facing the class, Ms. Edwards."

Tami swallowed hard and lifted herself up onto the huge desk. Its smooth surface felt just the same as the tables she had found herself upon during the day, but sturdier, and she felt a sense of relief that the desk was so solid. Mr. Styne nodded and held out a hand to Chet Parish.

"The yellow one, Mr. Parish." Styne said.

Chet Parish handed the yellow line that stretched from the center of the back wall to Mr. Styne. The economics teacher ran it through the large D shaped ring on the front of Tami's collar, pulling the cord through it. With an odd dexterity, he quickly tied a taut line knot in the rope, leaving it slack.

Tami wondered what the sick old bastard had in mind as she watched herself being tethered to the back wall. Her bottom ached, and the desk was cool to the touch. Mr Styne raised his hands to her hips and pushed her backward, drawing in a lot of the loose rope.

"In the center of the desk, Ms. Edwards." He said as he pushed.

Tami scooted back, drawing her legs up as the backs of her knees came up over the edge. Her legs stuck out like sticks and she bent in half as the yellow rope kept her upright. Mr. Styne placed his hand on her shoulder and ran it downward over her arm to the cuffed wrist. He fished in his pocket for a moment and pulled out key ring that had two metal spring clips similar to the kind found on queue ropes. With a quick snap, he clipped her wrist to her ankle, bending her sharply forward. He ducked under the yellow line and removed another clip set from his pocket, latching her right ankle and wrist together. Tami was immobile, her legs bent at the knees, her wrists connected to her ankles. She sat almost cross legged as Mr. Styne finished binding her wrists to ankles.

Mr. Styne reached out to Chet Parish again. "The back right corner rope, Mr. Parish." Mr. Styne said. Parish selected the correct rope and handed the loose end to Mr. Styne. The teacher ran it through the silver ring between the two clips, tying it in another taut line knot like the yellow rope. He left it loose, obviously wanting to get Tami completely secured before tightening the lines.

Parish didn't need to be told, handing the last rope to Styne as he moved to Tami's left side. It took only a moment to tie the knot and Styne moved behind Tami, tying the final rope to a ring on the back of the leather belt.

"Mr. Parish, I will need your assistance one more time. The knot on the right side is called taut line hitch. It's used to tighten tent lines around stakes. Merely place your fingers on this section of the rope, and then push the knot toward the back wall please. Go slowly." Styne picked up the left side rope and began to take up the slack in the line.

Tami watched as the ropes shortened and she tried to spread her legs before the lines forced her apart. She cried out as she felt her balance begin to fail, tilting backward as her legs were spread wide apart and drawn upwards, but the yellow rope at her throat suddenly caught her, keeping her upright. She tried to scoot forward, to relieve the tension, but the rope connected to her belt kept her from moving. Tears flooded to her eyes as her sex gaped wide for the class.

Both Styne and Parish continued to tighten the lines until Tami was forced to point her toes to relieve the pressure. Her thighs ached more than even the remembered kneeling torture Dr. Cook had inflicted on her. She began to wonder which would rip first, her legs, or the ropes?

"Uncomfortable, Ms. Edwards?" Mr. Styne asked, stepping back to admire his handiwork.

Tami nodded, her voice soft and pliant. "Yes Mr. Styne." She said.

Styne smiled, an evil delight crossing his face. He nodded and walked around to the back of the desk, reaching into the drawer one more time. Tami tried to see what he had removed, but couldn't see that far back. Instead she looked at the faces of the students in front of her. She could see Brad, sitting far forward in his seat, a look of excitement and delight at her suffering all over his face. Heather had buried her face in her hands, peeking out between fingers, her eyes red from crying.

"Ms. Edwards, I hope you appreciate my hard work." Styne said, coming out from behind the desk, his hands full. "When the principal discussed with me your punishments, I decided that some true humiliating agony would be perfect for your last class period." He held up the object for Tami to see in detail.

"This cute little thing is nothing more than a thick stick of wood which I have wrapped in a very special piece of leather. This leather is exactly six tenths of a centimeter in width." He smiled. "I had to have the leather place scrape it four times to get it that thickness." He chuckled and then continued, bringing it closer to her face so she could see it in detail.

"After I got the leather, I spent a considerable amount of time drawing a tiny grid on the underside. After my artistic endeavors, I spent almost four hours pounding tacks into each square of the grid." He held up the stick.

"As you can see, each tack sticks out of the leather by one tenth of a centimeter." He wrapped his hand around the stick, suddenly squeezing it until his fingers turned white. He held it there for a moment, then released it, holding up his hand.

The skin was red and inflamed, with little tiny indentations evenly spaced, but there was no blood. No where had the tiny spikes penetrated his skin. Tami's eyes widened as she realized where the stick would so be placed and she began to stammer, begging him to leave her alone.

Styne frowned and pulled returned to the desk drawer. "I had hoped this would not be necessary, but obviously it is." He reached up to her face and forced a red rubber ball gag into her mouth, buckling it tightly behind her head. She tried to dislodge it, screaming into the gag, but the only sound that came out was a muted whine.

Styne wrapped his right arm around her waist, still standing behind her, and picked her up off the desk. Her body shook, but she was unable to move more than an inch as the teacher took the stick and placed its foot long length along the crevasse of her loins. The stick ran from her bottom to well beyond her sex, and he twisted it once right and left, to make sure it peeled back the petals of her flower, seating deeply into the pink and swollen gash that was so prominently displayed.

Tami's eyes widened in shock as he lowered her back down to the desk. The tiny pricks she felt between her legs centered almost completely on the sensitive pad of skin between her sex and anus, digging in to her with terrible ferocity. To make matters worse, the stick was any thicker than a few inches, causing all of her weight to be taken between her legs, rather than the fleshy pads of her bottom.

Her body was tilted in a rather odd curve; her legs held straight out, her back curved forward as her neck was pulled toward her knees. He pelvis was tilted backward, placing more of the pin pricks torturing Tami in the crack of her ass, rather than the moist and delicate petals of her slit. To Tami, it didn't matter, since the stick still managed to penetrate the very lower parts of her sex, sharply pricking the skin around her dark opening.

Tami groaned, her body trembling from the severe strains placed upon it. She felt cramps beginning in her legs and arms, but it was the painful stick she was sitting on that caused the worst agony. Tears poured down her face, her mouth aching from the ball gag, and she looked up at the clock, almost breaking down as she realized that class wouldn't end for another forty minutes.

Mr. Styne watched with his arms crossed for a few minutes as the tight bondage began to hurt. The look of cruel enchantment on his face would have brought Tami to tears, if she hadn't already been there. He grinned, his eyes flashing, and then turned toward the class.

"Ms. Rowe. Come here now!" He said, his voice hard.

Heather glanced up in shock and surprise, her mouth forming a soundless exclamation.

"I said now Ms. Rowe. Not when you feel it is convenient." Styne said crossly, tapping his foot.

Heather stood up, the unhappy look plainly written on her face. Her tan colored shorts seemed so much darker than her pale face, and the light blue tank top she wore seemed so incongruous. She stumbled her way forward until she was standing near Tami's right foot, hesitant to move any father, her eyes constantly taking in Tami's suffering.

"Duck under that rope and stand in front of Ms. Edwards immediately." He ordered, moving around behind the desk.

Heather hesitantly ducked under the first rope, seeing the white insoles of Tami's feet trembling. Heather wished there was some way to help her friend, but she could think of nothing to do, short of offering to replace her, something Heather knew she could never endure.

"I think, Ms. Rowe, that Ms. Edwards is in some discomfort. Why don't you wrap your arms around her and give her a quick hug?" Styne said, looking over Tami shoulders into Heather's eyes.

"I-I-I don't want to, sir." Heather stuttered, her breaths coming in quick intakes.

Styne face curled inward. "I don't care if you want to or not. Wrap your arms around her waist and give her a hug!" He snarled.

Heather began crying, large watery drops streaming down her cheeks. Tami seemed not to notice, still too intent on the pain between her legs as well as the stretching tension elsewhere.

Heather bent over, moving her arms around Tami, trying to keep any amount of pressure off the bound girls body. Tami wiggled as Heather's arms touched her. Heather's hands closed tightly together behind Tami and she gave the bound teen a quick squeeze.

Styne was ready, his hand holding the metal cuffs at the small of Tami's back. With a quick snap he locked the first one on Heather's right wrist, and even managed to hold on and snag the left as she tried to pull back. Styne tugged as Heather screamed and pulled back, but this only pushed against Tami, driving her forward and down, ramming her body even deeper on the stick. Tami began squealing, her voice sounding warped and far away through the gag.

Styne stood up, breathing a deep sigh of satisfaction. Heather's sobbing tears filled the room, as Tami's closest friend dealt with the handcuffs binding her between Tami's outstretched legs. Heather slumped, but still aware enough to try to keep the weight of her arms off Tami.

Styne reached into the drawer again. "I didn't think I would have a chance to use this, but I'm so glad I brought it anyway." He lifted up an odd gag. One side was an oblong plate that fit in the mouth, the other a huge ten inch dildo, ribbed, and hard. He took hold of Heather's hair and tilted her face upward. "Open up, Ms. Rowe." He ordered.

Heather resisted and Mr. Styne raised his hand, bringing it down hard on Heather's bottom. Despite the shorts and panties she wore, it stung, bringing a sharp gasp to her face. Her mouth opened involuntarily and Styne pushed the gag in, forcing the plate to hold down her tongue. A few quick snaps and the straps were in place.

Tami watched through a pain filled haze as Mr. Styne adjusted the dildo gag. It was obvious what would happen next as he pushed Heather's head forward, planting the tip of huge dildo into Tami's gaping sex. Heather resisted, pulling back, but Tami groaned loudly as the stick was pressed deeper into her.

Styne again returned behind the desk and Tami felt his fingers at her belt. Suddenly she felt the rope holding her belt release and she tried to lift herself off the stick. Tami felt the biting pressure ease as she rocked to the side.

Suddenly Heather squealed through the gag and Tami felt the tip of the dildo push against her sex. It bounced against one of the bruised petals until Heather moved her head. Tami gasped as the ten inch cock buried itself almost to Heather's nose and then the weight of Heather's arms and upper body bore down on Tami's thighs.

Styne chuckled as he finished tying the rope to Heather's handcuffs, using the girl as the necessary restraint to keep Tami in place. He walked around the desk, enjoying the sight. He glanced at his other students, shocked and stunned looks on their faces. A few of the boys had even exposed their own sex organs, and were quietly rubbing themselves under their desks. Styne decided to ignore their activities, still intent on punishing Ms. Rowe for her disobedience earlier.

He reached under her waist and began plucking at her belt. Heather wailed, moving her body back and forth until she realized that she was hurting Tami badly. Tami began grunting as Heather's head moved back and forth, driving the dildo like a piston. Styne finished unbuckling the belt and began yanking it out of Heather's shorts.

The thick pink belt had grommets at even intervals across the entire length and Styne dropped it down on the desk. His fingers once more returned to Heather's waist and he quickly undid her button, pulling the zipper downward. With a sharp tug, he pulled the waistband of the shorts downward, pushing the cotton cloth to Heather's ankles. Her cotton panties clung to her bottom like a second skin, waving in front of the class like a white flag of surrender.

Styne lost no time pushing his fingers under the elastic and dropping the panties to Heather's ankles. Her buttocks were firm, with tan lines running across each cheek in a delicate pattern. The small puckered opening of her bottom winked at the class as she tensed and tightened her muscles, trying desperately not to tug at Tami's waist.

Styne smiled and picked up Heather's belt, folding it once. He examined it for a moment before he swung it sharply down toward Heather's seat, a loud crack filling the room followed by the dual muted cries of both girls. Fresh tears burst from Heather as she recoiled from the blow. The strike had driven her forward, ramming the ten inch dildo into Tami with a sudden and cruel force, compacted with the intensified pressure of Heather's weight. Wracking sobs tried to escape from Tami's gag, but only created spasms that forced her body to shudder in its captivity.

Heather pulled back immediately, bringing the penetration depth of the gag dildo to a few inches, but she knew that another blow could very well drive her forward again. She heard a swish and she tensed, trying frantically to hold still.

The impact still moved her forward into Tami, but this time Heather was able to hold back slightly. Tami bucked forward as the dildo drove deep and Heather pulled back quickly, trying to save Tami from more pain.

Another swish came and Heather bit down on the gag, this time keeping herself immobile. Fiery heat flared upward from her bottom, spreading outward and up her torso. Another sharp sting eclipsed the heat and Heather couldn't help jerking, rewarding Tami with another deep drive of the plastic cock.

Styne's blows began to quicken as the class watched Heather's ass go from a light brown to dark red. The belt, with its evenly spaced holes seemed to whistle and smack more cruelly than the principals cane that morning, bring dark red stripes to Heather's posterior. With each successive blow, it became harder to hold back and Heather finally succumbed, her body lunging forward as each painful strapping came thudding hard into her bottom.

Tami began convulsing with each blow as the dildo gag rammed her repeatedly. A puddle of juices had poured out of her, soaking one end of the stick and flowing down the desk to soak up in Heather's shirt. Again and again the belt struck, impacting harshly on Heather's flesh.

Mr. Styne stopped. His face was spotted with sweat and he felt odd stirrings inside his body. He dropped the belt on the desk, his fingers straying to his cock, adjusting it inside his slacks. He removed the keys to the handcuffs from the drawer and with deliberate movements, unlocked Heather's wrists.

"Take off the gag and get dressed, Ms. Rowe. When you are finished you can untie Ms. Edwards here. It's about ten minutes till final bell. I'll return in a moment." Styne smiled and quickly left the room.

Heather straightened up and reached to the back of her head. Her fingers fumbled on the buckles, frustrating her as her bottom continued to throb. Tami's held lolled, her body slumped in its bindings. Heather's fingers slipped again and she hit the desk hard with her fist in frustration.

"Whoa…hold on, Heather, I'll get it." Brad's strong voice came from her left ear. Heather felt fingers at the back of her head and suddenly the gag came loose.

"Oh thank you, Brad! Please let's get Tami loose!" Heather cried, reaching for her panties and shorts, pulling them up and ignoring the sore sting from her posterior.

Brad nodded, wrapping his arms around Tami and lifting her entire body up. The stick remained stuck to her skin and Heather reached forward, yanking it straight down. Tami moaned slightly and Heather caught a glimpse of tenderized skin, marked with deep indentations and dark purple bruises.

Brad lowered her back down and immediately unsnapped the clips, letting the ropes drop to the floor like fallen streamers. Tami's legs merely fell and her body relaxed as Heather took care of the other leg. Heather began unsnapping the ball gag as Brad released the yellow line at Tami's neck, catching her as she fell backward, no strength left to maintain her balance.

"Oh god! Oh Tami!" Heather said, cupping Tami face, tears splashing downward. Tami opened her eyes, looking up into Heather's face. "Is it over?" she asked, her voice a frightened whisper.

"Oh Tami, I think so. Styne is in the bathroom jerking off. Can you move?" Heather asked.

Tami started to sit up and Brad and Heather helped her rise to a sitting position. Slowly she began testing her limbs, working out the kinks and cramps that had developed during her bondage. She tried to stand, but found her legs no longer had the strength. She clung to Brad as he eased her upward.

"What the devil?" a voice said from the doorway. Heather and Brad turned to see the principal looking in, seeing Tami's naked body clinging to the two students.

"Where is Mr. Styne? What happened? Why is Tami in this condition?" The principal demanded.

No one spoke as Tami leaned into Brad, wrapping her arms around him, sobbing into his shoulder. Heather kept a comforting hand on the girl's back, glaring at the principal.

There was a commotion in the hall and the principal turned as Mr. Styne moved back into the room. A large wet spot on the front of his trousers betrayed his activities.

"Mr. Styne, when we discussed Ms. Edward's punishment, I did not think you had intended a session of this severity." The principal's voice was cold.

"He whipped me!" Heather said suddenly, glowering at the economics teacher with loathing.

The principal turned toward Mr. Styne with surprise. "Is this true?"

Styne nodded, a serious look on his face. "Ms. Rowe deliberately disobeyed a direct order. I felt that a whipping on her bottom an adequate punishment for that infraction."

"And what about Ms. Edwards? You said you were going to tie her in an uncomfortable position." The principal said, gesturing toward Tami.

Mr Styne smiled. "I did. Her arms and legs were tied outward and she was forced to sit upon this." He strode to the desk and picked up spiked leather clad stick and handed it to the principal who took it, studying it deeply.

"You didn't bring blood did you?" The principal asked sharply.

Styne shook his head. "Examine her if you want. There was no bleeding. Just discomfort."

The principal looked at Tami, trying to see her loins, but her body clung to Brad tightly.

"Turn around Ms. Edwards and spread your legs. I want to verify that you weren't pierced."

Tami turned, a look of hatred in her eyes, as she exposed herself to the principal. Her sex was a vast reddish mess, bruised and crumpled flesh that bore the dark markings of the deep indentations, but there was no blood. The principal gazed on for a few moments then nodded.

"Well Mr. Styne, it would appear that no damage was done, so I commend you on your creativity. Hold on to that stick. No doubt we will have need of it again sometime." The principal turned toward Tami and smiled.

"I hope you have learned your lesson, young lady. I would hate to have to repeat this day again. Please remember that any further problems or issues from you will result in worse punishments than you've experienced. Let me assure you that we will not hesitate to inflict those punishments on you." He paused. "Now, if you will follow me, I believe Mrs. Rutger will be bringing your clothes to my office at the end of the period. Let's go."

Tami let go of Brad, her hands clutching her breasts as she stumbled forward. Her hand reached out to the wall, supporting herself as the principal stepped aside and let her exit. She turned to look sorrowfully at Heather and Brad, who stood stoically, wishing they could help her.

"So Tami, what was the worst punishment you endured today?" asked the principal as they slowly moved down the corridor. Tami looked up at him.

"Mr. Styne's sir." Tami said quietly, her voice soft.

"I have no doubt. And did you like any of them?" he asked, his voice tinged with curiosity.

Tami's face narrowed angrily. "No!"

The principal nodded, his smile stretching across his face. "Just wondering. They say many girls become sexually excited when whipped or waxed."

"It was all horrible." Tami repeated.

The principal stopped at the outside door to his office, taking his key and unlocking it. He held his arm out, motioning Tami into the room. She moved forward into the room, starting to make her way to one of the chairs when she felt the hand of the principal take her arm.

"Just one more thing, Ms. Edwards, to remind you to behave." The principal said. He pushed her forward against the desk, her thighs striking the side hard as her breasts dangled over the blotter. The principal placed his hand on her neck, forcing her down as his legs trapped her own, spreading them wide.

There was a zinging sound and she felt a rustle behind her. Then there was the hard cock of the principal resting in the crevasse of her ass. He pulled back as she squealed; crying, and then he forced the long adult cock deep into her sex. Tami screamed once, her sex a fiery burning as the principal rammed his rod deep, pounding her with fierce thrusts. Tami felt nothing but pain, despite the over lubrication of her well, and she gritted her teeth as the principal gasped.

He pulled out right before coming, pulling his member slightly higher and pushing against the tiny button of her bottom. Tami groaned, then loosened up as the huge living phallus entered her, driving deeply into her ass. She felt him stiffen and then begin shooting his cream into her, filling her to the brim with his seed.

He left her there on the desk, standing up, wiping his cock off with a handkerchief, her tears wetting the leather blotter. The stripes he had delivered to her that morning were almost completely gone, replaced by a healthy red glow from lower thigh to her waist. Streams of fluid poured down her thighs as she lay panting on the desk.

"I think that will be all, Ms. Edwards. Hopefully you have learned something valuable today." He bent down low to her hear, his voice soft and menacing. "But somehow, I think you will be back in this office before long…for something." He rose back up, buttoning his slacks.

"Mrs. Rutger will be here in a few minutes with your clothing and she will escort you to the bus." She heard his strong footsteps going to the office door, opening it with a loud click and then he was gone, leaving Tami alone, her face streaked with tears, in silence.

Another ten minutes passed before the office door clicked open. Tami had moved to one of the chairs, her body aching and sore. Her eyes flit quickly to the opening portal, some part of her frightened it might be the principal again. She relaxed slightly when she saw the grim countenance of Mrs. Rutger. In the teacher's arms was a sold paper bag, closed and stapled shut.

"All right Ms. Edwards, lets go. I've already spoken with your driver and he agreed that your humiliation will continue right up until the moment you exit the bus." Mrs. Rutger said, her voice filled with satisfaction.

"B-b-but Mrs. Rutger! Please no! I can't!" Tami said, her eyes flooding with renewed tears as she rose from the chair.

"No buts about it young lady. Let's go." Mrs. Rutger said, motioning to the door.

Tami slowly plodded over to the door, exiting the principal's office ahead of Mrs. Rutger. She turned into the main hall where the usual stampede of students was already streaming through the corridor. As they caught sight of her there was the usual ruckus, a great cheer rose through the students and they all pushed their way forward trying desperately to catch a glimpse of the naked sophomore.