Alison's Story

Chapter 13.

I walked from the room to the sound of Alan and Neil's laughter. They were still enjoying my description of my time with the old man. They particularly liked the part where I'd been made to call him 'granddad'. Neil seemed to be very interested in the possibilities to humiliate me further by making me 'available' to Adam, the old man's fifteen year old grandson, and a student at the school where Alan and I taught.

I went and showered, marvelling at the sheer quantity of semen the old man had pumped into me from his giant-sized scrotum. The tops of my stockings were soaked and stained, and it was still running from my pussy. As I washed I could feel how much he had put into me. I had never known so much from one man.

I dried myself, put on a T-shirt and clean pair of knickers, poured myself a glass of wine and went back into the living room. They were both still there, watching T.V., but they switched it off as soon as I entered the room.

"Feeling better now?" Alan asked.

I shifted slightly in my seat, my bottom was still tender from the spanking I had received the previous night, and from the slippering the old man had administered. I said as much and they both giggled.

"Do you feel randy when you think about that?" Neil asked.

"A bit." I grinned. They both smiled back.

"So you'll be up for a bit of fun later then?" Neil asked.

"Depends what you've got in mind." I said, grinning again.

"We've been talking things over.", Alan said. "I want to make a few suggestions. Don't think about this too much, just go with your instincts, ok?"

"Ok." I said warily.

"Right, there's about three weeks left until the end of term, and you leave to set up with John right after that, yes?"

"That's the plan, yes."

"Right, so we've got just three weeks to have as much fun as we can. Then you go off to live happily ever after, and we forget you ever existed, right."

"Go on."

"So let's not waste any opportunities!"

"You still haven't told me what you've got in mind."

"Anything and everything!" Neil said bluntly. "We do anything we like between now and when you leave, anything at all."

"I don't know about this, you two can get a bit over excited at times, I don't want things to get too out of hand. If we are going to do anything new, then I want some say before it's set up. Right?"

"No deal. The excitement will come from not knowing what we've got in mind. You've just got to go with the flow."

"I don't like the sound of this." I said, warily. "What's to say you won't have me doing something totally outrageous?"

"That's exactly the point. We will make you do stuff that you don't want to do. That's the whole point, isn't it? Do you regret any of the stuff you've done in the last couple of months?"

"No."

"But you had your doubts about some of it, didn't you?"

"Sure, I had a few doubts, but couldn't you at least tell me what you've got in mind?"

"No. We won't give you any clues at all." Said Alan firmly. "All I want from you is your agreement that you will do whatever we tell you to do. Oh, you can object if you want, that's part of the fun for all of us, isn't it? But if we insist, you have to do as you are told. In return, we'll make sure that you'll remember the next three weeks for the rest of your life. You'll be wanking about this stuff for years, and so will we probably! What do you say?"

I hesitated for a moment. I didn't doubt that between them, they would come up with some mind-blowing stuff for me to 'suffer'. And I knew that I would find the whole thing fantastically enjoyable. I just had one, last, lingering doubt. One small part of me was still fighting against being dominated and used. One last part of the 'old me'.

I weighed up the odds. I knew I could trust them both to keep to their part of the deal. Once I moved away, they would make no attempt to contact me, do nothing that would jeopardise my new life with John. I also knew that their fantasies were not that different from my own, and so I was unlikely to find anything they wanted to do completely unacceptable. And yet….

There was still a possibility that I had misjudged them. I thought I knew Alan pretty well by now. Neil, however, was a different proposition. He enjoyed humiliating me in private as much as Alan did, probably more, but he was also really into the group and public stuff, and he was much more brutal. His spankings really hurt, and he had been the first to torture my nipples. He enjoyed seeing me in physical, as well as mental pain. How far would he go if given carte blanche?

A thrill of fear ran through me. In raising the doubts in my own mind, I had practically talked myself into agreeing with their proposition! I took a deep swallow of wine.

"OK. I'll go along with whatever you say for the next three weeks, just don't go too far ok?" I grinned at them both. They looked like children given free reign in a toy shop!

"So what's been the best thing for you so far then?" Neil asked.

"I don't know."

"Come on, I bet you've got a favourite. What's turned you on the most?"

I thought about this for a moment or two. "I really liked the first time, with Alan, when I undressed for him in my living room. I'd never done anything like that before. Then the next time, in my kitchen, when I had to strip for him again. I really didn't want to, but somehow I couldn't say 'no'. That was really sexy."

"I came in your mouth and on your face that morning didn't I?" Alan remarked. "Did you finger yourself afterwards?"

"Yes. I looked at myself in the mirror, and I was covered in your semen. I lay on my bed and stroked my clit until I came."

"What happened next?" Neil asked.

"Later that day Alan spanked me for the first time because I hadn't shaved my pubes as he had ordered."

"And you enjoyed that, didn't you?" Alan asked.

"Yes. I'd never been spanked before, and I felt so ashamed as you put me over your knee then lifted my skirt. I remember my face burning as you pulled my knickers down and started stroking my bottom. Then you made me count each smack out loud, up to ten. It felt really painful and humiliating."

"I remember." Alan laughed. "I gave her a few light smacks and then slipped my hand between her legs. She was absolutely soaking. She'd loved every minute of it, do you remember me telling you about it?"

"I remember it well." Neil laughed. "Alan came into the pub that night and told us all how he had you stripping and sucking for him at the drop of a hat. Then he told us how Alison, the ultimate stuck up bitch, had a thing for having her knickers pulled down and her bare arse smacked. Jesus!, we laughed and laughed at that."

I had begun to blush at the memories of past abuses, but I had also become very aroused. Now the picture in my mind of Alan telling them all about how easily I had surrendered had me squirming around in my seat. I slipped my hand between my legs and started to rub my pussy through my knickers.

"What about the worst then? What has been the worst thing you've done?"

I thought for a moment, "I really didn't like it when you both held me down and Neil did it to my bottom."

"But I bet you like the idea of that now, don't you?"

I thought about it for a moment, then I had to confess, "Yes, I suppose I do, really. The idea of being used, and abused, is a real turn on. It's like last night, when I had to let all those men grope me in the pub, and then Paul and Richard stripping me and playing with me in the back of the car, making me come in front of all those other men watching outside. And then being made to walk through the streets virtually naked, the old man having a good look at me. God!, by the time I got back to the flat I was about ready to explode! And then you all made me play with myself and tell all that private stuff. A few weeks ago I would never even fantasise about that stuff."

"Did you used to fantasise about being shamed?" Neil asked.

"Some times. I used to fantasise that I was being watched all the time. When I was dressing or undressing. When I was in the bath or the shower. When I was on the toilet. I would imagine that someone, a man, was watching me when I was making love to John, or playing with myself."

"You liked that?"

"Yes. Once I imagined that I was taking part in a medical research programme. I had to lie on a bed and bring myself off while a whole class of medical students watched. That was a good one! I brought myself off quite a few times with that one!"

"What started you thinking about that sort of stuff? When was your first fantasy?"

"When I was about fifteen. I told you how I used to rub a candle into my pussy? Well one night, I was in bed, my nightie pulled up and my knickers off. I was playing with my clit and pushing the candle into my pussy when my brother came into my room. He didn't knock, just opened the door and came in. Said he was looking for one of his books. I yelled at him to get out, and he did, but I never knew if he'd guessed what I was doing under the covers. I'd been pretty close, so I guess I'd been panting and gasping a bit, and my face would probably have been red, so he could have guessed what I had been doing. He never said anything though."

"So?"

"So after that, I got excited at the thought of being caught playing with myself! I imagined doing it to myself and my mum or dad coming in and catching me. I used to imagine being told off for being so dirty and rude. Then I imagined my brother catching me at it and teasing me about it, threatening to tell mum and dad. I fantasised that he made me do it while he watched."

"So you really like it then when we make you do that for real?"

"It's really exciting, yes!"

"So how would you feel if I told you to wank yourself off while a bunch of total strangers watched?" Neil asked.

I shuddered at the thought, "That would be something else! Part of me is appalled by the idea, and another part wants to do it. Are you going to make me do that?"

"Might do, might not. You won't know until I tell you!"

"Bastard!"

"Are you getting turned on?"

"Yes." I breathed.

"Would you like me to fuck you?"

"Mmm, yes please!"

"Tell me."

"I want you to fuck me. I want both of you to fuck me."

"Shall I fuck you up the arse, like last night?"

"If you want to. You can do anything to me Neil, you know you can. I'll do anything you say, anything you want."

I could feel my pussy getting wet.

"Why don't you put on a show for us first? Dance around a bit, get your kit off, entertain me." He laughed.

I finished my wine then went over to the stereo. I turned on the radio and a slow, bluesy ballad filled the room. I began to dance and sway in front of them both. After a moment or two I slowly lifted my T-shirt until my breasts were exposed. I left the T-shirt bunched above my breasts, then began to stroke and caress my breasts whilst gyrating my hips. I was about three feet in front of them, and I could clearly see the swelling bulges in their trousers. I cupped my breasts, pinched my nipples, then peeled off the T-shirt and dropped it to the floor.

I continued to gyrate my hips, which caused my breasts to sway in rhythm. I grabbed the waistband of my knickers and pulled them up tight into my crotch. I felt them slip up into the crack of my bottom as my hips moved. I turned my back to them, wiggling my bum at them as I did so. I pulled my knickers up as high as I could, then bent over, giving them a perfect view of the mound of my pussy, tightly covered by the white cotton of my knickers.

I turned to face them again. I slipped my hand between my thighs and began to stroke my pussy through my knickers. I could feel the wetness there. I pushed the thin cotton into my slit and groaned with pleasure as my finger slipped over my hard little clit. I began to finger fuck myself in time to the music, caressing my breasts with my other hand. They were clearly enjoying the show as much as I was!

I turned my back to them again and started to ease my knickers down over my hips. I bent forward slightly and wriggled my bottom as I slipped my knickers down. I bent over completely as I pushed them down to my ankles, then spread my legs wide, exposing my hot, wet pussy to them. I slipped my hand between my legs and spread my pussy lips apart. I could feel how wet I had become and knew they would see this too.

I stood and faced them again. I brought my knickers up to my face and began to smell them. At the same time I slipped my hand between my thighs and began to rub my pussy. I thrust my hips forward onto my fingers to the rhythm of the music. I was soaking wet, my clit was swollen and super sensitive. As I ran a fingertip over it jolts of pleasure tore through me. I was whimpering with pleasure.

I looked down to see that they had both opened their trousers and were slowly wanking their cocks as they watched my show. I dropped to my knees between them and reached out for their throbbing organs.

I draped my knickers over Neil's cock and began to wank his over-size organ with long, slow, deliberate strokes. He sighed contentedly. I ran the tips of my fingers along the entire length of Alan's cock, watching it twitch as I stroked the head. Then I began to wank it, using the same rhythm for both cocks.

After a minute or two I noticed pre-cum on Alan's cock, and lifted my knickers off Neil's to see that he had deposited some on them. Looking into Neil's eyes I slowly brought them up to my face and smelled them. I could smell my own sex juices but also his aroma. As he watched, fascinated, I licked at the stain his pre-cum had left on the cotton. Alan groaned, and I felt his cock stiffen still further.

I dropped my knickers, took hold of Neil's cock and lowered my head towards it. I planted small, delicate kisses onto its' head, then ran the tip of my tongue along the hole, licking up more pre-cum as I did so. Neil grunted with pleasure. I took his cock into my mouth and began to suck, running my tongue around his circumcised glans. I let go of Alan's cock and began to stroke Neil's balls. I could feel the skin of his scrotum tighten as I did so.

I was incredibly aroused. I could feel the heat in my pussy, and I was giving Neil my all, sucking, licking and stroking his cock for all I was worth. I took his cock out of my mouth then moved closer to him. I put his cock between my breasts then pressed them together over his hot shaft. I began to move up and down, feeling his cock stroking the skin of my breasts. I began to kiss and lick at his belly, I heard him groan with pleasure.

"You're really enjoying yourself, aren't you?" He said.

"Oh God, yes!" I moaned.

"Did you enjoy putting on a show for us?"

"Oh yes! That got me really hot. I love showing off to you like that, I love it when you can see all of me, when you order me to show myself to you." I shuddered with pleasure.

"Maybe we should sell tickets!" Alan said. Neil laughed. "We could sell tickets to watch you strip and finger yourself 'till you came. Would you like that? A whole room full of complete strangers and you would have to strip off and then finger yourself. Maybe you'd use a dildo, or a vibrator? You'd have to keep going, with them all watching you, until you came. Would you like that?"

My heart was racing. The idea was both appalling and hugely exciting at the same time. "Yes, oh God yes." I whimpered. "Would I have to ask permission before I could come?"

"Definitely. You would have to beg the audience to allow you to come. And if you came without permission you would have to be spanked by every man there, before showing them how hot and wet your cunt was. How would you like that?"

I groaned and panted, whimpered and moaned. They knew exactly which buttons to press now. I writhed around on Neil, my breasts still wrapped around his rock-hard cock. I was desperate for some release.

"Please can I put your cock into my pussy?" I whined to Neil, "Please Neil. I'm desperate."

"Help yourself. But you can't come until I say so."

I got quickly to my feet and straddled myself over him, then I lowered myself down onto his waiting cock. I almost came as I steered the head between my pussy lips, then I groaned as I felt his massive girth start to slide into me. I sank down onto him, relishing the feelings of ecstasy which coursed though my body. Finally, I had all of him inside me. I stopped for a moment to savour being so full, and then began to rock my hips back and forth. The sensations were fantastic! I cupped my breasts and began to stroke them, paying particular attention to my erect nipples. I could feel his pre-cum smeared between them. I rubbed this into my skin, then brought my fingers up to my lips and began to lick them. I dropped my hand down between my legs, slipped a finger between my pussy lips and began to stroke my clit.

I began to increase the pace, rocking my hips faster and faster. My fingers were busy on my nipples and my clit, I closed my eyes, threw back my head and ground my pelvis down onto Neil's massive shaft. I could feel my orgasm start to build.

"Neil can I come? Please let me come, please Neil. Can I? Oh God, please let me come Neil."

They both laughed. "No." He said flatly. I almost screamed.

"I want you to tell me what a good little girl you are going to be."

"Oh God! I'll be good Neil. I promise. I'll do anything you want, anything at all, I promise."

I took my hand away from my clit; the sensations were too much. Now I was pinching my nipples, trying desperately to avoid climaxing without permission.

"So if I told you to go to work as a stripper in a night club, you'd do it?"

A thrill of fear ran through me. Would he do that?

"I'll do whatever you say, Neil. I promise."

"You'd do that, if I told you to? Stand up in front of a club full of strangers, then dance around stark naked?"

I was already desperate to climax, and the thought of having to strip for the enjoyment of a club full of dirty, disgusting, drunken men was adding fuel to an already over heated fire.

"Please Neil. I need to come. Please Neil, please let me."

"Would you do it?"

"Yes! Oh my God, yes. I'd do it if you told me to, I promise."

"You'd have to go into the audience as well. Be nice to the punters. Let them have a bit of a feel. Imagine all those strangers feeling your tits, pinching your arse, maybe even slipping a finger or two up your hot little cunt. You'd love it, wouldn't you?"

"Yes!" I almost yelled. "Yes, I'd love it. I'd love being made to strip for all those men, dancing naked for them. I'd dance around for them, they could touch me, feel me, do anything they liked to me. I'll do it Neil, I promise I will, please let me come, Neil, please."

He groaned and I felt him twitch inside of me, then he was shooting his load into me. I ground my pelvis down on him as hard as I could, and pinched my nipples still trying to hold off my own climax. Despite my best efforts I felt my orgasm start to hit. My entire body shook as wave after wave of pure pleasure crashed onto me. I wailed and cried, gasped for breath and twisted my nipples painfully, imagining all those anonymous hands running across my naked body. I was lost to everything but the powerful feelings I was experiencing. My climax seemed to go on and on. I heard myself sobbing. And then it subsided and fell forward onto Neil's chest.

For a few moments all I could hear was my own ragged breathing and my heartbeat thundering in my ears. Then I was aware of Neil's breathing and the warmth of his body, his smell. Then suddenly Alan grabbed hold of my hair, pulling me off Neil, making me stand up. I cried out in shock and pain.

"You weren't given permission to come, were you? You were told that you were not to come without permission."

I was still gasping for breath. "I'm really sorry Alan. I couldn't help it, it was just too much. The thought of stripping off in front of a load of men, letting them use me, it just sent me over the edge. I'm sorry."

"You still came without permission. Now you're going to have to be punished."

I hung my head in mock shame. "Yes Alan. Whatever you say."

"Right, for a start you can suck me off while I think of a suitable punishment for you. Get started then."

He fell into a nearby chair and I dutifully knelt between his legs and reached for his cock. I gave him the most enthusiastic blow-job I'd ever given. I sucked and licked like my life depended on it! I rubbed the head of his stiff cock over my face, I took his pre-cum onto my finger and smeared it on my nipples. I licked his scrotum, kissing each of his balls in turn and taking them gently into my mouth.

"You've become a total slut, haven't you? You just love cock, don't you? Look at you, dancing and stripping for us, sucking and fucking. Imagining yourself stripping in a club, letting all those men use and abuse you, then getting off on that. All that feminist stuff was just crap wasn't it? Once you were getting enough cock you soon forgot about all that, didn't you?"

I nodded. As I massaged his cock between my breasts I surrendered the last of my dignity and self respect to him.

"I used to really believe all that stuff. I thought if I was a strong woman, men would respect me. I can see now that I was just pissing them off. What I needed was someone like you to show me the truth. I know now that I need to be dominated, I need to be put in my place." I rubbed the head of his cock in circles around my nipples. "Alan, I'm so sorry I disobeyed you. I'll try my very best not to disappoint you again, I promise. It's hard for me because you turn me on so much, and I'm such a hot little bitch. I only want to please you Alan. I know you'll find the right way to punish me. Are you going to spank my bare arse again? Do you want to come in my mouth and watch me swallow all your jism, or are you going to spray it all over my face and tits like you did in my kitchen. You could watch while I rubbed it in. You can do anything to me Alan. I'm totally yours, I promise."

I closed my lips over his cock just in time to feel him spurting into my mouth. I sucked greedily as the hot jism hit the back of my throat, then he grabbed my hair and pulled my face away from him. He shot several streams of semen across my face. I looked up at him, adoringly, my mouth wide open as he ejaculated over me.

As his spurts subsided he let go of my hair and I took him into my mouth again. I knew by now that he enjoyed it when I took the last of his jism into my mouth and swallowed it. I knew he liked the feeling of his cock going soft in my mouth, and I gently sucked him as it went down.

Then I looked him in the eyes as I began to massage his semen into my face. I knew he liked this, and he murmured approvingly as I began to lick my fingers. "Oh God, I love the taste of your sperm!" I made a show of smearing the semen over my face and then licking the residue from my fingers. Finally, I sat back on my haunches and looked at them both.

"Was that ok? Did I please you?"

They both grinned back. "You are getting the hang of this, aren't you?" Alan laughed. "That was very good. But you still came without permission, so you need to be punished."

"What are you going to do to me?"

"I think it's time for you to have a bit of exercise." He grinned.

"Haven't I just had plenty of exercise?"

"Never mind that. Get your T-shirt and knickers on, then find some trainers. You're going for a run."

I pulled my knickers and T-shirt on, then found my trainers and put them on also. Then I looked at Alan enquiringly.

"Come with me."

I followed dutifully. We went to the front door of the flat. He opened the door and went outside. Feeling very self-conscious in just a T-shirt and knickers, I followed. It was a mild early summer evening. There were a few people on the street; most of them dressed for a Saturday night out. A couple of them looked at me quizzically as I stood and received my instructions from Alan.

"Right then. You need something to cool your blood. You're too hot, and that's why you can't control yourself. So, you're going to burn off some of that excess energy. You're going to run from here to the park, then do two circuits of the park and come back here. I'll be waiting. When you get you're going to have your arse smacked, is that clear?"

"Alan, the park has got to be a mile away. It will take me ages to do what you say, and I can't go jogging dressed like this. Can't I at least put a bra and a pair of shorts on?"

"No chance. You go as you are. And if you see anyone, make sure they get a good look at your tits swinging about. No covering them up with your arms, got that?"

"Yes Alan."

"Get on with it then. Just one last thing before you start." He reached behind me and grabbed hold of my knickers, yanking them up between my bum cheeks. I yelped in shock and alarm, and instinctively went up on to tip-toe, trying to relieve the pressure.

"Shut up." He ordered. "Keep them like that, understand?"

I could feel the cool evening air on my bum cheeks, and looked down to see that the fabric had also ridden up between my pussy lips. Anyone paying close enough attention would be able to see the clear outline of my pussy.

"Right then, off you go." And he gave me a smart smack on my bare bottom as my cue to start jogging.

I started to jog, hearing Alan and Neil chuckling to themselves behind me. As I made my way to the park I looked around me nervously. I felt terribly exposed dressed as I was, and I hoped that no one would see me, or if they did, they wouldn't pay any attention to me.

The first part went well. I reached the park gates without attracting much attention. Just a couple of men stopped and looked at me as I jogged past them. So far, so good. I entered the park and started my first circuit. There was no way I was going to cheat. I didn't trust Alan not to be watching me somehow, so I carried on jogging.

I was about half way round the park when I saw the group of youths ahead of me. There was about ten of them, mostly boys, with a few girls. They looked to be in their early teens.

I put my head down and tried to ignore them. As I drew closer I heard their conversation stop, and then there were a few giggles. Then a girl's voice said, "Hey, look, it's Miss Richards!"

My heart raced. I looked up sharply to see a crowd of familiar faces. They were all students at my school. Most of them were in one or other of my English groups. I was now acutely aware of my lack of proper dress, I felt my face colour.

"Didn't know you went jogging Miss." More giggles. I smiled back at them, but didn't speak.

As I passed them a one of the girls said, loud enough for me to hear, "Why is she out running in her knickers? And she's not wearing a bra!"

They all laughed out loud, and then started to follow me. They began to jog along behind me, giggling and laughing. One of the more adventurous boys, Darren Walker, drew alongside me and said, "Is that right, Miss? Are you really out running in your knickers?"

"No Darren, they're proper running briefs." I lied.

"No they're not." The female voice insisted, "They're plain white knickers. Aren't you ashamed Miss, being seen out in just your knickers? I'd hate it if this lot were to see me in just my knickers and a T-shirt. And why are you running without a bra? Miss Kelly told us that it was important that we wear proper sports bras, didn't she girls?"

There was a general murmuring of agreement from the girls in the group. I felt my face colour with embarrassment. I wanted to raise my arm to protect my breasts from their gaze, but I remembered Alan's instructions. I had become incredibly obedient. Instead, I tried to regain some sort of control of the situation.

"Yes, well you've all had your fun. Now leave me to get on with my run please."

"Nothing you can do about it. This isn't school, it's a public park. We've got every right to be here." A boy's voice this time. "You can't order us around here. We're not doing anything wrong. I think we'll just carry on running with you." The others laughed. I put my head down and tried to pretend they weren't there.

The boys soon began to get bolder. They ran along beside me, looking at my breasts as they bobbed up and down as I ran, or they jogged close behind me. I could imagine what kind of view they were getting, and then one boy said to another "Look at that, her knickers have gone up her crack. You can see her arse." There was more laughter. I wanted so much to reach behind me and restore some modesty. Instead I carried on jogging.

I felt like I was in a nightmare as I trudged around the park, pursued by this group from school, who were clearly enjoying themselves enormously, particularly the boys. I kept my head down, unwilling to make eye contact, but that didn't stop me from hearing their comments. Comments about my bottom and my breasts. They were growing in bravado, their remarks becoming louder and more explicit as we went along. On several occasions boys would run in front of me, then turn so that they were jogging backwards. Their eyes raked over my breasts and my crotch. I knew that they were enjoying seeing their teacher in her state of undress, and I couldn't help but notice the bulges in their trousers. I was desperate to finish this ordeal. I wanted nothing more than to get back to my flat, even though Alan was waiting there to punish my poor bottom once again. Anything was better than being on display to a bunch of teenage boys I would have to face on Monday.

I finally finished my second circuit of the park and started on my way back to my flat. To my dismay, they kept up with me. Now I started to attract attention. A young woman, dressed only in a T-shirt and Knickers, jogging along the streets on a Saturday evening, followed by a group of adolescents making remarks about her body, I was bound to draw stares.

I passed a group of four men as they walked along the road. They started to cheer and whistle as I passed them. One of them called out to the group following me, "Hey kid, what's going on?"

"She's one of our teachers at school, but tonight she's out jogging, so we thought we'd follow her for a laugh."

" And she's only wearing ordinary knickers, and no bra." The same girl's voice as before.

"Nice tits." One of the men called.

"Nice arse." Another shouted.

I finally made it back to my front door, only to find it locked. I rang the door bell. The group stood a short way off, giggling amongst themselves. I was exhausted and breathing heavily. Several of the boys in the group stood watching my breasts as they rose and fell rapidly. I looked down at them. The chill of the evening air had caused my nipples to harden. Their outline was clearly visible beneath the thin fabric of my top. "Oh, what the hell" I thought.

After what seemed an eternity, the front door opened. Alan stood surveying the scene. I tried to push past him into the flat, but he barred my way. "Aren't you forgetting something?" He asked, a smirk on his face.

"No, what?" I asked, confused.

"You need to 'warm down', you know that. You can't just stop exercising, you'll injure yourself. Do your warm down exercises, then you can come in."

"I have no idea what you are talking about. What kind of 'warm down' exercises am I supposed to be doing?"

"Oh, just do some stretches." He said, casually. "Bend over and touch your toes, then reach up high. Do about ten of those, then you're done."

I knew at once what he wanted me to do. I was to provide a show to the waiting schoolboy audience. With my back to them, I stood with my feet shoulder width apart, then slowly bent over. I kept my legs straight and thrust my bottom up, giving them a perfect view of my bottom and the soft swell of my pussy mound. I held the position for a count of ten, then slowly raised up. I raised my arms over my head and stretched out. After I had done five of these I turned to face them.

Several of the boys were rubbing their crotches, transfixed by my display. I bent over again, then stretched up, pushing my breasts out towards them. My nipples stood out proudly against my T-shirt and the fabric clung to my skin, showing them a perfect outline of my breasts. My knickers were still pulled up into my bottom, and the fabric was also pulled tight into my pussy. I pushed my hips forward and their eyes fell to my crotch, where they could clearly see the outline of my pussy lips. One of the boys groaned and turned away, holding his groin. Others rubbed their crotches frantically. By the time I had completed five more exercises there had been several more gasps and groans. The girls in the group giggled, nervously.

Finally Alan said, "Right, get yourself in here and stop showing off." I quickly went inside and Alan closed the door behind us.

"Did you know they would be in the park?" I demanded.

"I didn't know for sure, but I thought there'd be a group or two of kids around, yes. I thought it would be interesting for you to put on a show. Did you enjoy yourself?" He asked with a laugh.

"Oh Jesus, it was awful. You should have heard some of the things they said about me. You should have heard some of the things they said to me. I've got to face that lot on Monday morning. How am I going to do that?"

"You'll just have to cope." He said with a laugh. "Now get upstairs, your punishment isn't finished yet."

I made my way wearily up stairs. Alan followed close behind me. I knew he was enjoying the view of my bum cheeks as they hung out of my knickers. When I reached the living room of my flat and stood in front of Alan and Neil my breathing had just about returned to normal.

"Tell us about the group in the park, then."

"There were about ten of them.", I explained. "Mostly boys, but two or three girls as well. They're all students at our school. They recognised me immediately. They were all laughing at me at first, one of the girls pointed out that I was out in just my knickers, and I wasn't wearing a bra. I tried to tell them that they were proper running briefs, but they didn't believe me. The boys kept on looking at my bum, my breasts and my pussy. I could hear what they were saying, it was so embarrassing."

"What were they saying?"

"One of them pointed out to the others how my knickers had ridden up my bottom, and how they could see my bum cheeks. They all had a good look. Others said things like 'did you see how her tits bounce as she runs' or 'she's got a nice pair, hasn't she?' Then one of them said 'You can see her twat, look. If you look close you can see the outline of her twat'. Then they all took it in turns to run in front of me and look at my pussy. I kept my head down, not wanting to look at them, but I knew they could see. The girls were the worst though. They kept asking me questions, 'why are you running in your knickers, Miss?', 'why aren't you wearing a proper bra, Miss?', 'aren't you ashamed to be seen in just your knickers by this lot, Miss?' They were right bitches. Oh God!, how am I going to face them at school on Monday? They'll all be laughing at me again."

Alan and Neil were delighted at my shame. Alan in particular seemed to be enjoying himself hugely.

"That's your punishment for disobeying me. You can expect the same sort of thing every time. You love it, don't you?"

"Not that, no. I just felt ashamed."

"Well let's see shall we? Come here."

I walked over to him and stood in front of him. He grabbed hold of my knickers and pulled them down roughly. Then he thrust his hand between my legs. Without being told I opened my legs to give him better access. His finger slipped easily between my pussy lips. He had guessed correctly, I was soaking wet and highly aroused. Stupidly, I tried to deny it.

"That's not me, that's Neil's cum." I protested. Alan responded by running his finger over my clit. It was massively sensitive and I gasped involuntarily. My knees almost gave way.

"So how do you explain this then?" He chuckled. He carried on stroking my clit. I started to sway my hips in time to his strokes. I was in heaven!

"I, I can't." I stammered.

"Say it." He demanded.

"I did love it." I confessed. "Right from the moment when I left the flat I was loving it. Just the thought that anyone might see me, how exposed I was. I could feel myself getting randier as I jogged along. Then when I saw the group of them in the park, I felt such a thrill. When they recognised me, when I could see that I knew all of them, I nearly came, right there and then."

"You love being humiliated, don't you? Anything involving a bit of shame, and you're gagging for it, aren't you?"

I nodded, I could feel my face flush red.

"Imagine how it will feel on Monday. Every one of those boys is going to tell all his mates how he saw you jogging along in just a pair of knickers and a T-shirt. He'll tell them how he had a good look at your arse as it hung out of your knickers, how he could see the shape of your tits through your T-shirt, and how they bobbed as you ran along. He'll tell how they followed you all round the park, how you made no attempt to cover up, as if you wanted them to see you. Then he'll tell about watching you do your 'exercises' right there in the street. How he could see the shape of your tits, including your hard little nipples, and how, when you bent right over, he could see the outline of your pussy lips."

I groaned out loud as I imagined all those huddled groups of boys, all listening avidly to descriptions of me running. I imagined how they would hear graphic descriptions of my body; I imagined the language they would use.

"By lunch time every boy in the school will have heard about it. They'll all be imagining how you looked, your tits, your arse, your cunt. Every time they see you, they'll be imagining you stripping down to your knickers just for them. Lots of them will be imagining you naked. Imagine that, seven hundred horny schoolboys, all with a mental picture of you stark bollock naked! They won't take you seriously after this, you'll just be a sex object for them."

"Maybe we should make their dreams come true?" This was Neil's first contribution.

"How do you mean?" Alan asked.

"Make her strip off for them. She'd love it, stark naked for all those cute little boys!"

Alan was still stroking my clit. The thought of being seen as nothing more than a sex object by all the boys in the school was humiliating enough, but Neil's suggestion that I strip for them was too much. I started to climax. My legs gave way and I fell to my knees. Alan's hand slipped from my pussy. I immediately began rubbing my clit furiously, hunched over and moaning loudly as I lost myself in yet another powerful orgasm.

I started to recover from my orgasm, and Alan told me to stand up. My legs were incredibly shaky after my run and the power of my climax and I stood in front of him feeling very unsteady.

"I think it's time to finish your punishment, don't you?"

I nodded, then lowered my head in mock shame.

"I've got a better idea." Neil announced. Alan looked at him quizzically, I waited nervously to hear what this idea was.

"Make her smack her own arse!" Neil laughed.

Alan laughed too, "How do you mean?"

"Like this." Neil said. "Right, tight arse, here's what you're going to do. You're going to march on the spot and smack your arse at the same time. I want to see your arse going nice and red real quick, so you'd better not go too soft on yourself, or I'll take over. Got that?"

I nodded.

"Right, get your kit off first, then get started."

My knickers had already slipped down to my ankles. I kicked them off then pulled my T-shirt over my head and let it fall to the floor. Then I stood there, nervously.

"Come on then. Left, right, left, right." Neil shouted. I began to march in time. Then I started to slap my own bottom. I felt ridiculous smacking my own bum, but it was preferable to Neil doing it for me.

"Harder. Hit it harder. I want to see it go red."

I slapped myself harder.

"More. Harder."

I slapped myself as hard as I could. I gasped as the stinging in my bum cheeks increased. I glanced down to see that my breasts were swinging about wildly as I marched and punished myself. Neil had noticed this too. He stood in front of me and began to slap each breast in turn, giggling to himself as he did so. I gasped with shock but carried on marching and slapping. My breathing had become ragged as the exercise continued my bum was stinging from the self-inflicted blows and my breasts were still being slapped by Neil.

After a couple of minutes he said, "Stop." I did so at once of course, gasping for breath and rubbing my now blazing bottom cheeks. Tears were rolling down my face.

"That's the way to do it in future, Al. Make her smack her own fat arse! Did you enjoy that?"

"No, I didn't."

"I'll bet your pussy's wet though, isn't it? Bend over and spread your lips I want to have a look."

I bent over, reached between my legs and spread my pussy lips apart. Of course, I knew what he would find. He ran the tip of one finger right along the length of my pussy. I shuddered as the finger neared the entrance to my hot tunnel. He slipped his finger in easily and chuckled to himself as he did so.

"Soaking." He announced. "Absolutely fucking soaking. You going to finger yourself off again?"

I didn't answer. He smacked my hot bottom hard. I squealed in pain and stood up, rubbing at my bum cheeks again.

"I said 'are you going to finger yourself off again'?"

"Yes, probably."

"Get on with it then, or shall I see if any of your students are still around first? I'll bet they'd love to watch."

"No!" I gasped. "I'll do it now." I practically threw myself into a chair, spread my legs as wide as I could, then started to stroke my hot, wet pussy. Every time I made the slightest move my bottom cheeks complained in a delicious reminder of my punishment and humiliation. The same was true of my breasts. Whenever I stroked or caressed them I was reminded of the slaps Neil had rained on them.

"So, you used to fantasise that your brother would make you do this while he watched?"

"Mmm."

"Did you want him to see you?"

"I don't know."

"Did you ever do anything with him, touch him, fuck him?"

"God no! I never wanted to do anything like that. I just wanted someone to dominate me I suppose."

"Before the end of term, you're going to have to do this for some of your students, you know. I'll make sure you do. Imagine that, the prim and proper young teacher sitting on a desk in her class room, knickers off, skirt up round her waist and fingers buried deep in her hot little cunt while your teenage students sit and watch. I will make you do it. That's my promise to you."

A thrill of fear ran through me. I didn't doubt Neil on this. It was only a matter of time before I was made to masturbate in front of my students. I wanted to do it at the same time as dreading it more than anything I could imagine. I felt anxiety and excitement at the same time. Both feelings increasing rapidly. I felt my heart beating wildly, my fingers increased the speed of their movements on my pussy, I felt panic start to rise in me, and then my climax hit me and I clamped my legs together on my hand, gasping and sobbing.

"OK. You can go to bed now. I might want you in the morning."

Having been dismissed like a naughty little girl I staggered to my bedroom and fell into bed exhausted.