The Teacher

The Teacher's Exam

When he got up on Sunday morning, he found his slut still asleep in the chicken coop. Her hands hung loosely by her side.  Just the perfect start of the day, he thought. He went back to the house and got the leather paddle, then bent down to where her tits were hanging down through the floor of the henhouse. He let her have two good ones that made her cry out and made her big tits dangle and quiver nicely.

"Up, stupid cunt, I want my bath and my breakfast," he ordered.

Suddenly he saw something dripping down from the plank between her legs. He got up and walked around the henhouse, only to see the final drops of pee oozing from her slit.

"You filthy bitch!" he shouted. "Pissing without permission and soiling my henhouse. You will regret that."

She crawled out from the henhouse and immediately sank to her knees before him.

"I'm sorry, Sir. I was so surprised, I couldn't help myself. I'm sorry …" she blubbered.

"Shut up, bitch. You know better than that. You misbehave, you get punished. The only way to train a bitch. And you have got a few big ones coming. Being asleep when I'm up early, not having your finger up your asshole, where it belongs and then pissing in my garden and without permission. Besides, you stink like a whorehouse."

The odor had assaulted his nostrils the moment he came close to her. The smell of horny cunt was strong (she hadn't come for a week and had been wet and ready almost continuously for two days after all), but even stronger was the whiff of all the cum the wankers in the lay-by had deposited on her. Her tits were caked with the dried white stuff. He walked back towards the house and she crawled after him. He decided against the garden hose. Let her smell herself for the time being. He sat down on the patio and spread his legs. Immediately she went down and licked his bare feet which were dirty from his walk in the garden. When he ordered her up to lick his balls, they were spotless. After his balls and ass felt clean he grabbed her head and deposited her face on his cock, which she gobbled up immediately. Without further ado, he let go and she swallowed his piss eagerly.

When she had served him breakfast and had eaten hers from the stones of the patio (not forgetting to lick those clean, too), he looked down at her.

"What am I going to do with a slutwhore like you? I guess you are just too stupid to be trained. Maybe I should ask at the local whorehouse, whether they need a five-dollar-whore to give guys a quick blowjob. Or maybe I could ask at the shelter, if they need a whore for volunteer work. After all the vagrants won't be too demanding, what sort of hole they fuck. What do you think?"

"Please, Sir, don't send me away. I need your training. I'll try harder. I promise. Please punish me hard, so that I remember. I'm only a stupid pisswhore, but I'll do anything for you."

He smiled: "I'm sure you will, bitch. Well, I guess I'll try one more time. So here is what we will do: You'll get the punishment you have coming and then we'll have a final exam. You should know all about exams. And if your results are satisfactory, I'll give you a passing grade and you can come back for more tuition later. But first your punishment. Remind me, what were you being punished for again?"

She hurried to enumerate her sins:

"Sleeping too long, not sleeping with my finger in my ass, pissing without permission, apologizing instead of begging for punishment, Sir."

He sent her to the kitchen to make his breakfast and get a bucketful of ice.

"Right, now the punishment should always fit the crime," he explained. "That makes it easier for stupid bitches like you to remember what they are being punished for. So since you slept too long, I'll give you something to wake you up. That ice goes inside you, I don't care where, just stuff it in your holes, all of it."

The bucket was quite large and he leaned back to enjoy the show, while he munched on his breakfast. She grabbed handfuls of ice and shoved them up her pussy, the shoved some more cubes up her ass one by one. More ice went into her mouth, but still the bucket was far from empty. Shivering she crammed more ice up her dripping hole, more up her ass that was also dripping by now. Slowly the bucket emptied. When the last cube of ice had disappeared, he picked it up and dumped the content over her head. She was in goosebumps all over, but the air would soon wake her up. Smiling her watched her dripping from every orifice.

"I guess you are awake by now, cunt. So what do you want to be punished for next?"

It always amused him to see how she hated having to ask for punishment. Of course he made her do as often as possible.

"Not having my finger up my ass, Sir."

"Weell," he drawled. "I guess you need  little reminder where your asshole is." He pulled a small jar from his pocket and opened it. "This is so simple, even you should be able to do this. One by one you stick your finger in here, then stick it right up your ass. Understood, stupid?"

"Yes, Sir."

He placed the jar on the ground and made her turn and stick her ass up in the air. Then one by one she dipped her fingers in the white liquid the jar contained and pushed it into her brown hole. They slipped in easily and he made her push them in as far as they would go.

"See, that wasn't too difficult even for you, was it? I hope you'll remember where to put your fingers, shitwhore."

She knelt before him again, but started fidgeting almost right away. He smiled watching little droplets of sweat forming on her forehead and lips. The ointment was doing its work, heating up her ass. It could be quite hot and unpleasant when applied to one's back for lumbago, but her ass would feel as if a red hot poker had been shoved inside.

"Now for your pissing, we will solve that easily: You lose pissing privileges while you are here. In future you bring a bottle, dump your piss in it and then drink it straight down again."

"Yes, Sir," she gasped only half listening to what he was saying concentrated on the pain in her ass.

"Good cunt. You can play with your fuckholes for a bit."

Without thinking her hands flew between her legs and started rubbing furiously. After so long on denial she was too hot to even hesitate for a second, when given such a chance. He let her diddle her clit for a few moments.

"Stop, cunt, enough! You really are too dumb are you? Or are you enjoying the fire in your ass? Well, you won't feel it so bad soon. Not after it starts in your cunthole, too."

She blanched realizing what she had done, then shivered when the ointment started to take effect.

"I guess that concludes your punishment. You kneel in the corner there and leave me in peace. And don't forget that finger up your ass!"

He knew the effect would last about 90 minutes, so he fetched himself a book and sat in the pleasant summer morning reading for two hours. She tried to remain quiet, but he heard her moans from time to time and the sweat was pouring down her back. The finger in her ass wouldn't help either. He grinned. Finally he hosed her down with cold water and told her to make lunch. After it had been consumed in the usual manner, he looked at his watch and smiled.

"Well, maybe another three hours or so and I'll finally be rid of the sight of you ugly whore. But first you have to take your exam. Of course like any real exam it has several parts. And I expect excellent results, so a stupid bitch like you is unlikely to pass. Let's start with something simple."

He picked up one of the dildos and threw it across the lawn.

"Fetch, bitch!"

She knew better than to get up and scuffled across the lawn on hands and knees. When she brought the dildo back with her teeth, he smiled.

"Well, not too stupid for that I see. But a good bitch has to be much faster."

He threw the dildo again. The third time he made it land under some bushes and she had to crawl under the low-hanging branches his tits dragging along the ground. The fourth throw landed in the sandpit right where he made her take her leaks. The final one he threw in the other direction. It landed on the path by the side of the house, visible from the street. She did not even hesitate, did not even peek round the corner to see if anyone was looking. Then she was kneeling before him again, her hands and knees dirty, her tits streaked with mud and her face caked with sand. He shook his head.

"Why do dogs always have to pick up all the dirt in the neighbourhood? But then you are the dirt in the neighbourhood, aren't you? Well, I guess you are able to fetch things after all, even if you are slow about it. Now for the second test go and get the bag from the clothesline."

He had filled it up with a new packet of clothespins just the other day and it was brimful, when she arrived carrying it in her teeth. Must be 100 clothespins in there.

"Now, bitch. I find it impractical to always have to reach into the bag, when I hang up my clothes to dry. So much easier, when the pins are at a comfortable height, say just about te height of your jugs, when you are kneeling. So let's see, if I can use you for that. Those hangers of yours look big enough for all the clothespins. Let's see if they are. Put them there and maybe next week I'll phone you, when I want to hang my clothes."

He crossed his legs and sipped his drink, while she reached into the bag and applied the first pin. They wouldn't hurt much, he had put harder clamps on her before, but fifty on each tit would stretch the skin quite a bit. Slowly her tits took on the appearance of a pair of hedgehogs with the wooden clothespins sticking out in all directions. Her face scrunched up when she searched for bits of skin where she could apply the last half dozen. Finally she was done, but her face was drawn and she kept biting her lips.

"Well it looks like you do have another use after all. I should leave you like this. It looks so much better than having to see those fat drooping udders all the time. But first go get me another drink. And you may get your bowl, too."

He sipped the fresh drink while she was bent over the bowl lapping up the cold water, the clothespins pressed into her titflesh by the hard stone of the patio.

"Well, I don't want the clothespins to wear out too quickly so take them off. One by one. And count them!"

They came off as slowly as they had been put in place. And the counting would give her a second or two to feel the pain of each one. His cock was twitching in his trousers, but it was way too early for that. He savoured the sight of a hundred red squeeze marks on her tits.

"Well, well, who would have thought you are actually good for something?" he mused aloud. "I guess you qualify for the next exam. Heel!"

He got up and went inside, his bitch following him. She had problems crawling down the steep stairs to the basement, but she would just have to get used to that. When he switched on the light she looked around quickly and he could see her eyes coming to rest on the new addition he had put up last night. It was a 2 by 4 hanging from chains in the ceiling with the narrow side up and five wooden pegs sticking out.

"So cunt. Listen carefully, you know I only say things once and this may just be too complicated for a shit for brains slut like you. You get on that 2 by 4, then pull up your legs and keep you balance for a minute. Do that 5 times and you have passed the test. And to help you count to five, you'll do it with one of the pegs up your ass each time."

He saw her blanch. Riding the 2 by 4 with all her weight resting on her crack would be painful enough, but the pegs were the clincher. The first one was no big deal, just an inch thick and maybe six long. But each further peg was half an inch thicker and an inch longer. For the last time she would have 3 inches of wood 10 inches up her asshole.

"Get moving, bitch. You have a quarter of an hour from now."

She hurried. She swung her legs over the beam and slowly lowered herself onto the first peg. After all the ass-stretching it slipped in with relative ease, but when she raised her legs off the ground, her face contorted with pain. The edges of the beam would press into her flesh now. The beam wobbled slightly and he watched her flailing her arms for balance with some amusement.

"Ok, that was your minute. Next one!"

The next two went quite easily, too, though he could see that she was being stretched from the look on her face. Then came number 4: 2 ½ inches thick, 9 inches long. She had to make a few contortions to even get the tip into her, then fought to get it in inch by inch. Sweat was dripping from her face as if she had run a few miles. He watched the peg slowly disappear in her crack. Then she suddenly pulled up her legs. She was panting hard and fighting for balance, as the beam started to swing sideways from its chains. She managed to stay on for a while, then had to put a foot on the floor.

"Bad luck, slut. That was 57 seconds. Try again."

For a moment he thought she was going to object, but then her mouth closed. She steadied herself and raised her legs again wincing as her cunt and ass took the full weight.

"Ok, now for the last one."

Her relief at being able to take the weight off her crack again was obvious in her face, but also short-lived, when she looked at the huge peg she was to shove up her bunghole. It took her a minute to even push the tip into her ass. Then she lowered herself with infinite slowness her face streaming with sweat and scrunched up in concentration and pain.

"Well, cunt, I don't want to hurry you, but you have been on there for over 13 minutes already. 13 minutes and 32 seconds in fact. And counting obviously." He took his time and talked slowly. "So taking into account that you need a minute for your balance test, that gives you, let me see, another 13 seconds to get this thing up your hole."

She bit her lips. She was less than a third of the way down. He saw her balling her hand and taking a deep breath, then suddenly he raised her legs. She screamed as she slid down the pole and landed on the beam. Miraculously the beam hardly swung and she remained in place panting.

"That's it, cunt. You passed. But I guess you are good at anything that will get something hard up any of your holes, eh? Get off and clean that filth of yours up."

She was still panting when she slid off the beam and would probably not have been able to stand if he had allowed it. She slid to her knees immediately and started licking the pegs and the beam. He grinned when he saw the amount of cuntjuice she had left on the beam. He let her work in silence. She was lapping up everything avidly. Now came the best part.

"Heel!" 

Back up on the patio her sat back down in his chair and sent her to get him a new, cool drink instead of the last one that had gone warm.

"Now the last part of an exam usually is the oral. And we will make no exception here. Now usually that means talking, but of course you are probably too dumb to talk for an hour anyway. So tell me what is that hole in your face suited for."

"To suck cock, Sir."

"Well, I would have said it's more for licking my toilet clean or drinking piss, but if you think you might be a decent cocksucker, I'll give you a chance to prove it. You have one hour, bitch, and I expect you to service my cock three times at least. So get busy."

She immediately dove down on his crotch and pulled his zipper down with her teeth. She was getting quite adept at that he notice with a grin. She even managed to get his cock out and at once started licking it in long strokes from the root to the crown. He settled back in his chair. This would be a great hour. Her tongue circled his cock now, long, warm, flexible and eager. She tickled the underside of his crown and he felt his cum rising. She apparently felt it, too, and slipped her lips over his cock, massaging it. A few more quick flicks of the tongue and his cum spurted into her mouth. She held still accepting it all, then sucked the last drops from his cock. She looked into his eyes while she swallowed.

"Thank you for your cum, Sir."

Nice touch that, he thought. Soon she was back at his cock, licking softly, teasing it hard again. It took her only a few minutes and it was ready for more. This time she took it into her mouth almost immediately. She collected her saliva and bathed his cock in the warm wetness her tongue busy all the time. Slowly she went down deeper on him, slipping his cock into her mouth inch by inch until her nose was touching his belly. He heard and felt her gag, but she forced herself to stay down. He had trained her well, he congratulated himself. Then he gasped. She suddenly started a low hum and the vibrations made his cock twitch. This was better than any blowjob he had ever had. The humming drove him on and when she started to swallow dry her throat muscles milking his cock he came again. This time there was nothing to swallow for he as his jism had gone right down her throat. Again she thanked him for his cum although she was still gasping for breath.

But less than half a minute later she was busy again working on his by now soft cock. She licked it softly, but he pushed his cock into her mouth and relieved himself. She swallowed that as eagerly as she had swallowed cum, but did not thank him this time. He would have to train her to that, too.

It took longer this time to make him hard again, but she managed. Her tongue had to be tired and hurting, but it still darted all over his cock. When she finally slipped her lips around it, though, she did not use her tongue at all. Slowly she slid her face down over his cock until she had gobbled it up completely, then came back up again, gave his cockhead a quick squeeze with her lips and repeated the process. Again and again she took his cock to its full length, slowly increasing the speed. She must have been at it for 10 minutes, when she let go fully. Her head bounced up and down in his crotch as fast as she could manage. She virtually fucked her face on his cock. He groaned each time his cock entered her tight throat. Her hair was flying all over the place as her head bobbed furiously. He felt his orgasm approaching and growled when his cum shot into her waiting mouth. She slowed down immediately trying to draw out his orgasm as long as he could. He felt himself spurting out string after string of hot spunk, draining himself in her mouth. She licked and sucked him cleaning his cock, then carefully released it and closed his zipper again.

"Thank you, Sir."

"Quite the cocksucker, eh," he smiled. "Maybe next time I'll let you suck those guys in the lay-by. They might even pay a couple of dollars for a cheap whore like you. But at least you passed the test. So I'll let you come back some time later."

Her eyes actually brightened.

"Thank you very much, Sir."

He grabbed the dildo from the ground and threw it into the sandpit again.

"Fetch!"

When she brought it back it was caked with sand. He took it from her mouth and dipped it deep in the jar of ointment.

"Turn round, spread," he commanded.

She obeyed eagerly.

"Now slut, I'll give you a choice here. You know there's be no snatching, no snuffing the muff. But since I'm a nice guy, I'll stuff this dildo up your fuckslit, if you beg nicely.

"Oh yes, Please fuck my horny cunt, Sir, please fuck me hard."

He did not answer, but rammed the sandy rod up her twat. She gasped, but pressed her tail further back trying to get it even harder and deeper. He worked slowly for a while, waiting for the ointment to take effect inside her cunt. When he heard her panting and whimpering softly, he started shoving it in in earnest. He dildo fucked her hard and fast and her panting and groaning reached fever-pitch.

"Yes, Yesssss, I'm such a horny slutwhore," she groaned.

Then she screamed out her orgasm not caring who heard it.