Corporal Punishment

Chapter Nine: The Bus Ride

It took a few minutes to get to the bus circle, a large loading area at the back side of the school just off the lunch room building. Her bus was third in line and she ignored the great many cat calls and whistles and even a snide remark or two as she slowly moved across the sidewalk to her bus.

The steps of her bus were lined with a thick material meant to prevent slipping, but it felt uncomfortable on Tami's bare feet as she mounted the transport. The driver looked at her, a hungry look in his eye, and he grinned, his unshaven face bulging in rolls of fat. He wore a blue uniform shirt with a name patch that said "Bob". Tami grimaced and turned away.

"Well girl, take a seat right there in the first seat, so I can keep an eye on ya'." Bob grinned, his yellow teeth showing.

Tami nodded and sat down, feeling the green vinyl sticking against the skin of her bottom and back.

"Now, Mr. Davies, I appreciate you assisting us in dealing with this recalcitrant child. The rules we discussed earlier are very important. Please make sure she follows them." Mrs. Rutger turned toward Tami.

"Ms. Edwards, you will follow every direction Mr. Davies gives you, without hesitation. I assure you, that if we hear of your disobedience or disrespect, you will endure another day like this one, except with twice the amount of corporal punishment. Do I make myself clear?" Mrs. Rutger asked, her eyes blazing.

Tami nodded. "Yes Mrs. Rutger. I understand." Her voice was subdued and quiet.

Mrs. Rutger nodded satisfactorily. "I leave her in your hands, Mr. Davies. Have a safe drive." She waved slightly and exited the bus, moving aside as the last of the other passengers boarded.

Bob Davies turned in his seat to look at the naked teenager cowering in the front seat on the right side of the bus. Small blue bruises covered a good deal of her body. She saw his gaze and curled up, trying to cover herself as best she could. She turned around and saw the other students looking at her and she suddenly was glad that she rode one of the least filled busses. She closed her eyes. She could endure she told herself. Her stop was the third stop on the route.

Bob stood up and looked down at her, then called out to the kids. "We're going to do this a little different today. We're going to do the route backwards, so those of you who are used to getting off last will finally have a chance to get off first." He raised his hand and began pointing, one by one at the boys on the bus, counting off. He had to start over twice before he finished, muttering the word seven.

He turned to Tami and smiled, his grin nasty. "All right you little slut, since we have you available to the end of the route, you're going to provide a little entertainment." He pointed at one of the boys who was sitting midway down the aisle.

"That guy is normally the last one off, so I want you to go down, give him a bit of a lap dance, and rub those tits of yours all over his face. If he wants to touch you, you better let him."

Tami's eyes widened in shock. Her mouth gaped open and a look of anger and humiliation flashed over her. "Fuck you!" She said, without even thinking.

Bob's eyes flashed in anger and he reached down, grabbing her hair and yanking her forward. Her hands grabbed his wrists, trying to keep him from ripping her head off.

"Now listen here you little bitch. You will do what I say or I tell Rutger that you disobeyed and were disrespectful. Now get over there and rub that pussy over that kid's lap!" He picked her up and shoved her down the aisle.

The whole scene had caused the bus to go quiet. Tami stumbled down the aisle, her breasts swaying as she crossed her arms under them. As she passed some of her fellow students, she saw the girls turning away to look out the windows, while most of the boys all stared, varying looks of shock or excitement on their faces.

The boy who had been singled out was a freshman and the look of barely controlled fright was clear on his face. For a moment, Tami forgot her own humiliation and felt sorry for the kid, who was clearly unprepared for the turn of events. She gave him a little smile and his eyes widened even more.

"Um…you don't have to do this. I mean, I'm sorry…" the boy stammered.

"DO IT, BITCH." She heard Bob say, his eyes glued to her back.

Tami swallowed. Hesitantly, but then with conviction she put her left knee on the seat next to the boy and swung her leg over his lap. His eyes became glued to her breasts, flashing off them to the bright pink lips of her abused flower. Slowly, she lowered herself, rubbing her body on his crotch, feeling the obvious swell of his shaft rising. She leaned forward, cupping her breasts, pushing them around the boy's face, mashing them into his cheeks.

Then the bus started to move and Tami realized that Bob had returned to his seat. His eyes continuously glanced in the mirror, but Tami concentrated on the freshman beneath her. He was frozen, scared to move, scared it would end. Tami felt a little thrill and a sudden wetness and she realized that despite the humiliation, she was getting turned on.

She pushed her body downward and felt the denim covered bump grind into her wetness. She gritted her teeth as she felt it rub a few sore spots along her slit, but the freshman didn't notice, all his attention on the two full mounds of flesh that hugged his face. She pulled back a bit and pushed her left nipple into his mouth. For a moment he didn't know what to do, merely kissing the tiny nub over and over, and Tami bent her head down and whispered the word "suck" into his ear.

He drew her in, suckling her breasts like a baby, licking her nipple over and over as she rocked back and forth and Tami felt the first waves of ecstasy wash over her. She felt his hands begin to rub her sides, sliding up and down with the hesitant touch of a new lover, exploring her curves.

She felt the bus slowing down, and then the sudden lurch forward as the brakes engaged.

"Hey! Edwards! We're at that kid's stop! Get off him!" Bob shouted, looking up into the giant rearview mirror above his seat.

Tami looked down at the boy in front of her. Slowly, she rose, pulling her right nipple out of the boy's mouth. The front of his jeans was soaked in her juices, but he didn't notice, his mind still dazed by the experience.

"That kid two seats further back will be next!" Bob shouted. Tami raised her eyes and looked two seats down and saw the smiling face of another boy. She moved out of the seat as the first boy quickly gathered his belongings and hurried off the bus, looking at her in embarrassment. Tami tried smiling at him as he left, but he kept his eyes downcast.

Tami moved on to the next boy, straddling him as she had done the first, cupping her breasts and letting them slip into the boys mouth. His mouth became another's as the bus slowly emptied, hands running over her body, hard swells rubbing against her sex. Tami felt she was going insane, her body thrumming with need.

"All right, babe. Come on back here and let me have some of that." The only junior on the bus said loudly. Tami looked around, realizing that all the other students had gotten off, leaving only the bus driver, the junior, and her. She also realized that the driver had driven right past her stop. She leapt up and started up the aisle toward the door in a panic, babbling about her "stop".

"Now don't get your panties in a wad there, Edwards." Bob replied with a smile. "I promise you that I will drive you right up to your front door. You just get on and give that last kid his nooky before he gets off." Bob said, still concentrating on not wrecking the bus.

"Let's go, sweety. I enjoyed watching you get your ass caned this morning." The junior said, his smile malicious. Tami frowned, but plodded back down the bus aisle.

The junior had his hands in his lap as Tami straddled him, and he brought them up to her bottom, squeezing the cheeks painfully. Tami gasped, her teeth gritting as her bruises and welts were touch and squeezed and she tried to move off him. He held her in place, his hands moving to her hips.

Then she felt something different from all the other boys she had sat upon. Instead of the denim covered swell, she felt something hard and yet soft, warm and penetrating. It slipped quickly among the folds of her sex and her eyes widened and she gasped as the junior's cock quickly impaled her, thrusting deeply into the sodden swamp between her legs.

Her hands clenched on the boy's shirt as he began thrusting his hips forward, creating shock waves of pleasure inside her. Her eyes rolled and she pushed her breasts forward into the boys mouth. With a sigh, she let the tension and strength of her legs drain, dropping herself firmly onto the thick and rigid pipe rammed into her well. She rose again, then dropped, bouncing up and down.
Suddenly the driver started to sing, startling Tami, who tried to listen despite the wonderful feelings inside her.

"The girl on the bus goes up and down, up and down, up and down, the girl on the bus fucks up and down, allllllll through the town." Bob sang heartily.

Tami's eyes narrowed and she made to rise up but then the junior gasped, catching hold of her shoulders and pulling her down so hard that she squealed as his loins pressed against the bruises on her sex. She felt his rod harden, that final swelling that comes before eruption and then the tiny tremors that felt as if an earthquake had been bottled and let loose inside her. She gasped as she felt the first geyser of fluid and she shook as her own body responded, bringing her upward in a spiral of bliss as she answered with her own climax.

She sagged in the junior's arms, her breathing sharp, her body exhausted. He had a dreamy look of contentment and she laid her head on his shoulder. He wasn't Brad, but she was satisfied.

She felt a sudden shove and she toppled over, gooey fluids coating her thighs. Her head hit the side of the bus and she grunted with the sharp pain. The junior stood, buckling his pants, smiling a satisfied grin.

"You sophomore girls are good for nothing but fucking. Anytime you want a second round, let me know." He picked up his bag and moved toward the front of the bus.

Tami burst into tears, her body aching and ravished. She heard the bus slow and stop, its brakes squealing in high pitched warbles like a screaming girl. The sounds of the folding doors seemed to echo in the empty bus and she raised her head. The junior had gotten off, leaving her alone with Bob. She felt a sudden chill.

"All right, Edwards. Come forward just a bit up the aisle." Bob ordered. Tami stood and started to move toward the front of the bus. Her thighs glistened and she could feel fluids still dripping out of her.

"Okay, stop right there." Bob ordered, still looking up into his mirror. "Put your left foot in the seat next to you. That's right. Now the right foot goes in the seat opposite. Good. Now make your legs straight so you're doing the splits."

Tami gritted her teeth, letting herself down slowly. Both her legs lay stretched outward to her sides, her thighs a rippling mass of pain as she lowered herself downward. Her arms were on the backs of the seats, trying to take some of the weight off her thigh muscles as her body trembled with the strain. After the stretching Mr. Styne had given her, this shot waves of pain up through her legs.

The bus began to move again and Tami's tears again flooded downward. She knew why Bob had wanted her in this position, as his eyes continually flicked to the mirror, drinking in the site of her spread and opened pussy, its bright pink petals wet and sore. She could feel drops of juice slipping down to her peritoneum, then falling with a wet thump onto the floor of the buss.

Several turns later the bus entered a cul-de-sac in a quiet construction area. Tami held her position until it came to a stop, the heavy parking brake engaging. She looked around wildly and then stared at Bob as he rose from his seat.

"You said you would take me home!" Tami cried.

Bob nodded as he approached her. "And I will, in just a bit. I just wanted to get a little of what you gave to that last kid and God knows how many more today." He reached into his back pocket and removed his wallet, taking out a much abraded package. Bob laughed. "Didn't think I'd ever get a chance to use it. But it's good to be prepared!"

He unbuttoned his jeans, pulling them down along with a nasty set of yellow boxers. Tami could smell him, a thick unclean scent that made her turn away. She rose up, placing her legs under herself as he began to roll the condom onto his meaty tube.

She raced to the back door and began to yank on the emergency exit handle. She no longer cared she was naked, wanting only to escape the oncoming rape. Her tears blurred her vision as her hands slipped, her body no longer possessing the strength needed to pull the lever upward.

She felt Bob's hands on her, pushing her up against a seat, her back to him. He pushed her forward and up, so that her breasts lay on the top of the seatback. He moved in behind her and she felt the rubber coated tip touch the base of her slit. She squirmed, trying desperately to get away, but his arms held her in an iron grip. She screamed as he rammed himself into her, bouncing quickly into her body in rapid thrusts.

Tami began sobbing as Bob repeatedly drove himself home. The pleasure she had felt with the junior was gone, replaced by nothing more than disgust and humiliation. Her tears flooded downward over her breasts as the monster impaled her over and over, finally shaking and quivering inside her.

He pulled out, a smile on his face, and he yanked off the condom. With a grin he tossed it out one of the half opened windows while he straightened his boxers and then pulled up his jeans.

"Well Edwards, you're one good little fuck. But I bet you hear that all the time, don't you. Hell, I've even heard it before. Glad I had a chance to test ya' out." He grabbed her arm, pulling her out of the seat. "Let's go. I gotta get this heap back to the bus barn by six."

Bob dragged Tami to the front of the bus, pushing her down into the seat behind the driver's chair. He reached down under his seat and removed a heavy paper sack with black lettering spelling Edwards on it. He tossed it to Tami.

Tami tore it open, popping the staples quickly. She pulled out the black mini skirt and halter top she had worn that morning, on this very bus, and she quickly put them both on, not even bothering to see if they were right side out. Her fingers found her flip flops, dropping them onto the floor of the bus and then sliding her delicate feet into each foam shoe with a sigh.

She recognized the scenery and realized that Bob had told the truth. He was going to drop her off at her house. She was still crying as the bus slowed. The heavy folding doors opened with a hiss and Tami stood up, moving past Bob with a leery wariness. She made it down the steps before his voice stopped her.

"Edwards. Let me tell you something. You say a word about what happened on this bus today and it will be the word of a little disobedient slut like you against a respectable driver like me. Not only that, but I'll make sure Rutger knows you were rude and …how did she put it? Oh yes. Uncooperative." He nodded. "Remember that."

Tami's face flushed red. Her eyes flared in anger and she quickly brought up her right hand as she jumped off the bus onto her own driveway. Her middle finger rose in a time honored signal that she was sure Bob would understand.

She fled then, turning and running down the driveway toward the safety of home.

Epilogue

"Now that we've concluded the regular school agenda, I'd like to discuss Ms. Edwards. I think that the methods used today were of a sufficient unpleasantness that Ms. Edwards will seriously think about her behavior. But do you think the change will be permanent?" asked the principal.

Sherly Temis frowned. "I think she is a difficult child, and frankly, I don't think anything we do to her will really change her. She needs constant reminders on how to behave."

Coach Hampton sighed and leaned forward. "I think deep down, Tami is a good kid, just a little loose. I'm wondering if a parent teacher conference, maybe even with all her teachers at the same time might be a good idea. I think a lot of her behavior stems from an unhappy home life."

Mrs. Rutger nodded. "I suppose that is possible. It's obvious that girl needs regular spankings." She paused a moment to collect her thoughts, then continued. "I think we need to watch her like hawks, ready to respond with corporal punishment for the first offense, no matter how small. To reinforce our position"

"I think Tami needs some special tutoring; someone who could give her one on one attention to teach her manners and obedience." Mr. Styne said.

"You mean make her your personal slave." Mr. Mason said, his eyes narrow.

"Would you prefer two on one then, Mr. Mason?" Styne replied with a sneer.

"Now look here, Styne, I think William has a good point. He and I both know about your…proclivities. I question your motives." Doctor Cook announced.

Suddenly the phone rang and Mrs. Rutger moved to the wall, picking it up. She listened for a few moments, spoke a few soft words, then replaced the receiver on the wall.

"That was Bob Davies, Ms. Edwards' bus driver. It seems that Ms. Edwards flipped him off as she got off the bus at her stop."

The principal took a deep breath. "It seems that Ms. Edwards hasn't learned her lesson yet. I would like all of you to prepare another round for Tami, scheduled for tomorrow." The principal stood up. "And let's make sure that she learns her lesson this time."

The End