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After the cordial reception given by the faculty at the
Scythian Academy, Dena was shown to her room by Jordan, who still appeared to be
sore from the adept beating his bottom had received from Dena just a few hours
before. Dena still relished the feeling of power that delivering that spanking
had given her, especially over such a well-built man as Jordan. As Jordan turned
to leave after showing Dena to her room, Dena gave his ass a tight squeeze with
her hand. Although Jordan winced in pain, the bulge in his tight-fitting shorts
grew noticeably larger. "Yep," thought Dena, "I am definitely
going to like it here."
Dena's room was as different from Victor's as any room
could possibly be from any other. Instead of a windowless cell of plain
cinderblock, Dena had been given a complete bedroom more than twice as big as
Victor's. It featured large mahogany desk, a full dresser with a 46 x 32 mirror,
and full queen poster bed with privacy curtains, which were quite unnecessary
since she had the entire room to herself. As soon as she began the motions of
unpacking, she found that the job had already been done for her. Her school
uniforms were neatly hanged in her ample walk-in closet along with the casual
clothing she would wear on breaks, and her undergarments were neatly folded in
drawers. Her books were also in their proper place on the antique bookshelf next
to her desk. All she needed to do was change into her negligee (which she also
found in its appointed place), and she was ready to relax in her comfortable
bed. She set the alarm on the nearby nightstand for 6:30, so that she could get
an early start the next morning.
Her first class was the most pleasant of her academic
career thus far -- Advanced Greek Literature.
It was not just the subject matter that Dena found enjoyable (Dena had
always been a literature buff), but also the atmosphere.
The students were all girls, who sat quietly throughout the lecture,
speaking only when recognized after politely raising their hands.
They paid attention, took notes, and participated in the class discussion
in a manner that made clear their interest in the subject matter.
Totally absent were the usual misbehaving (inevitably male) miscreants,
who would hold whispered conversations during class, pass notes, throw
spitballs, and generally make nuisances of themselves.
Dena could not recall a time when she had a more positive experience at
school.
The experience of the boy-free Greek Literature class made
Dena disappointed to walk in to her Home Economics class to find that 2/3 of the
students were boys. Worse yet, they
were boys who were in a class that boys generally had little or know interest
in. They would refuse to pay
attention, heckle the teacher, and misbehave in other ways, thereby ensuring
that nobody in class would have the opportunity to learn anything.
As if this alone were not bad enough, once it came time for the class to
divide into groups to accomplish the homemaking project (whatever it might be),
the boys in Dena's group would expect Dena to do most of the work.
Home Economics, after all, was for girls -- or so went the general
belief. Dena herself was not
particularly interested in Home Economics either, but she would pay attention in
class and do the work because she took great pride in being a responsible
student.
Dena was pleased at least to find that the teacher was Ms.
Parker -- the same Ms. Parker who she had met at the school reception the night
before. At the appointed time the
bell rang, and Ms. Parker spoke.
"Good morning class, I am Ms. Parker, and this is Home
Economics 101, your introduction to the art of homemaking.
As you should know, proper homemaking is equally the responsibility of
the head of the household and the . . ."
The boys, perdictably, tuned out Ms. Parker's remarks from
the beginning. Instead of taking
notes, they doodled in their notebooks, wrote notes to eachother, and
occasionally whispered in one another's ear.
One boy was even bold enough to begin folding a paper airplane while Ms.
Parker was making her introductory comments to the class.
That boy immediately attracted Ms. Parker's attention.
"ROBERT," said Ms. Parker sharply, addressing the
boy. Robert looked up.
"Am I boring you?" asked Ms. Parker.
As several of the other student giggled, Robert replied,
"Sorry Teach but . . . well . . . this IS Home Ec.
I mean, you've gotta admit it's kind of dull.
Nothing personal, of course."
"Of course," said Ms. Parker softly.
"Robert, since you're so eager to express your views
to the rest of the class, why don't you come up here. I think you'll find that I can make this class much more
interesting for you," said Ms. Parker.
Robert shrugged, and approached the front of the class
where he stood next to Ms. Parker. Ms.
Parker stood behind Robert and began massaging his sholders. "Is that better now?" asked Ms. Parker.
"A bit more WORTHY of your attention?"
Before Robert could respond, Ms. Parker's hands wandered
down Robert's chest, and then all the way down to his cock.
They barely rubbed his cock before they traveled back up his chest,
inside his pink tank top. As they reached nipples, and began to pinch, tweak, and
tease, Ms. Parker asked in the brassiest of voices, "How's that Robert?
Exciting?" Robert nodded.
Ms. Parker then lifted Robert's tank top over his head and
removed it, with Robert cooperating completely. Her hands then traveled along Robert's chest for a moment,
but soon found their way back down to the growing buldge in Robert's shorts.
She then began gently stroking Robert's cock through his shorts.
"Now that we've made class interesting for you, do you
want to take those shorts off? I'll
bet we can make this the most . . . stimulating class you've had all day,"
said Ms. Parker.
For Robert, to call events up to this point
"stimulating" would indeed be an understatement.
Robert believed that he was, at that moment, the luckiest boy in the
world. Like most boys, he had
occasionally sat in the back of the class fantacising about his teacher, but
here was a teacher who was actually comming on to him.
And a HOT teacher at that. At
that moment, the fact that Robert was standing in the front of the class, with
so many students watching him, was forgotten.
The only things that existed in his universe were Ms. Parker, in her
tight leather business suit, and his desparately hard cock.
His hard cock was revealed to the entire class when Robert happily
complied with Ms. Parker's suggustion that he remove his shorts.
Robert may not have been so excited about the prospect of
undressing for the beautiful Ms. Parker if he had been able to see what the rest
of the class saw. While Robert was
bent over, pulling down his shorts, Ms. Parker was operating a control on her
desk, and a pair of heavy chains was being lowered from the ceiling against the
wall immediately behind Robert. At
the end of each chain was a shackle. As
soon as Robert stood up after removing his shorts, before he realized what was
happening, Ms. Parker grabbed one wrist and locked it into a shackle, and then
the other. She then operated
another control on her desk, and the chains were raised, so that Robert's wrists
were pulled up above his head.
"What the . . . " began Robert in protest, before
he was slapped in the face by Ms. Parker. "SILENCE," Ms. Parker said
sharply, "or next time . . ." she grabbed his balls and gave them a
gentle squeeze. Robert obeyed.
A woman with her hands on a boy's balls can be remarkably persuasive.
Ms. Parker addressed the class. "It seems that Robert here has been having trouble
paying attention. Now, do any of
you OTHER boys think you'll have a hard time paying attention?" asked Ms.
Parker.
The response was a chorus of "no"s and "no
ma'am"s, which was met with Ms. Parker once again snapping
"SILENCE!"
"Now, before we can truly commence with today's
lesson, we will need make sure we have Robert's undivided attention.
I will need an assistant. Dena,
would you come up here please?" said Ms. Parker.
Dena, having watched the scene thus far with the admiration
any good protégé would have for her mentor, was quite eager to come up to the
front of the class and help Ms. Parker. She
knew that what Ms. Parker had in mind for her was quite different from what she
had in mind for Robert.
"This fine young lady," said Ms. Parker to the
class, "has already shown quite an aptitude for correcting deviant
behavior. She will show us the
proper technique." Ms. Parker
handed a riding crop to Dena and said in a stage whisper, "Now give him ten
swats in the place where it will do the most good.
Remember: Don't hold
back."
Dena decided that Robert's hard cock was the place where
her crop would "do the most good," so taking aim at his erect member,
Dena swung and missed. Instead of
his cock, Dena's crop hit Robert an inch below his belly button.
"Owwww!" yelled Robert. The look of disapproval on Ms. Parker's face was
unmistakable.
"Now Robert, you should know better than to yell out
when you are being corrected. Haven't
you read the rules?" asked Ms. Parker.
"No ma'am," replied Robert.
The more respectful tone that he had suddenly adopted seemed to prove the
effectiveness of Ms. Parker's technique.
"Let me make it simple for you then," said Ms.
Parker patiently. "Hopefully
you will pay attention this time. You
are going to get ten swats for your misbehavior in class, but you are NOT --
repeat NOT -- to cry out. If you
cry out, the swat doesn't count. Dena
is doing you a favor; she is correcting you and helping you learn to be a
functioning member of society. Each
time she strikes you, you are to thank you for correcting you.
Do you understand, Boy?" said Ms. Parker.
"Yes ma'am," replied Robert.
"Good. Now,
please resume Dena."
Dena tried striking Robert again, this time hitting him in
the upper thigh. Robert did not cry
out, but instead remained silent.
"That doesn't count either," said Ms. Parker.
"You are to thank Dena each time she corrects you.
Try again."
The third time, Dena came much closer, hitting just to the
left of Robert's balls.
"Thank you Dena," said Robert.
"You know better than that. Address her as 'ma'am'" said Ms. Parker.
"Thank you ma'am," said Robert immediately.
"Better," said Ms. Parker.
"That one counts. Do it
again."
SWAT! Dena hit Robert's belly button -- far off the mark.
"Thank you ma'am"
SWAT! This
time, Dena used a downward swoop, and struck the top of Robert's erect member.
Robert had to utter his "Thank you ma'am" through clenched
teeth.
SWAT! Dena did
not bother aiming for Robert's cock this time, but instead his nipples.
"Thank you ma'am."
SWAT! Direct
hit on the left testicle. Robert
came perilously close to crying out, but managed to restrain himself.
Tears ran down his face as he said a barely audible "thank you
ma'am."
SWAT! Another
one below the belly.
"Thank you ma'am"
SWAT! Mid
thigh.
"Thank you ma'am."
SWAT! Score!
The bottom of Robert's cock felt the sting of the crop.
"Thank you ma'am."
SWAT! Another
shot to the nipples.
"Thank you ma'am."
"And now," thought Dena, "the grand
finale."
SWAT! Dena
took aim at Robert's balls, and scored a direct hit on both of them.
Robert howled out in pain, but quickly stopped himself.
"Thank you ma'am.
P-p-p-please, I didn't mean to shout out. Pleas let that one count.
I can't take any more."
"I think," said Ms. Parker, "that Robert
here has had enough for now. You
still have one more swat with the crop coming to you, but we'll take care of it
tomorrow. For now, you can remain
there for the rest of the class. I'm
sure you won't have any trouble paying attention from there, will you?"
"No ma'am," replied Robert quickly.
"Good. You
can take your seat Dena -- good job. We'll
continue."
And continue she did, with Robert's naked, battered form
hanging from chains behind her, as if nothing of any great significance had
happened. She lectured the class
for fifteen minutes on how make Fettuccini Alfredo, and then divided the class
into teams of two, with each team consisting of one boy and one girl.
Despite Ms. Parker's demonstration of the importance of paying attention
in class, the girls still paid significantly more attention than the boys, so
they were designated as the "team leaders."
Each girl was issued a riding crop, and instructed to use it to
"encourage" her male partner. Thus
the male half of each team did all of the manual labor, while the female half
provided the leadership, instruction and, if necessary, the punishment.
A boy named Blake was assigned to be Dena's partner, and Dena was
merciless in using the crop to encourage him to prepare the fettuccini property.
At the end of the class, Ms. Parker pronounced Dena and Blake's
fettuccini the best in the class, and praised Dena's leadership skills.
Dena decided that Home Economics wasn't so bad after all.
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