{"loaderData":{"4":{"story":{"id":"af6c2147-f07f-473c-9562-33e5074194d2","seriesId":null,"seriesName":null,"currentUserId":"00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000000","added":"2023-06-07T23:20:27.459Z","title":"Classroom Stories","slug":"classroom-stories","shortId":"81w9l6dm","authorNote":null,"disclaimer":"A/N: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are over the legal age of consent.","type":"Novella","paidUrl":null,"synopsis":"A collection of stories about the St. Margaret’s Academy for Wayward Girls, an all-girls boarding school where chastity belts are common, masturbation is forbidden, and the students just can’t keep their heads clear of lustful thoughts as they sleep. Not only that, every day before class, the girls are required to line up for their morning inspections with their skirts lifted up above their waists. With months of denial bottled up inside, they must do everything they can to stop themselves from getting wet as their teacher walks by to check their virginities.\n\nOver a thousand such girls attend the academy at various grades, and between the spankings dealt out every day and the plugs they have to wear in their bottoms as punishment, they have little option but to keep themselves chaste as they wait for their long-anticipated release.","partCount":5,"parts":[{"partId":"cc8ea310-e15e-4a41-8bd8-45be4153b28d","title":"Chapter 1","summary":"It was morning at the St. Margaret’s Academy for Wayward\nGirls, and dressed in their standard school","wordCount":3960,"readTime":20,"number":1,"state":"Published"},{"partId":"2b0ad5f9-c2af-40a8-94cf-2a1b3f1f4acd","title":"Chapter 2","summary":"It was another day at the St. Margaret’s Academy for Wayward Girls, and having just finished their m","wordCount":5231,"readTime":26,"number":2,"state":"Published"},{"partId":"85f82a0a-c002-4a49-88f2-755f678a084a","title":"Chapter 3","summary":"It was the beginning of May at the St. Margaret’s Academy\nfor Wayward Girls, and between the final f","wordCount":2269,"readTime":11,"number":3,"state":"Published"},{"partId":"147b023a-6225-4522-9622-351b4385f9bd","title":"Chapter 4","summary":"Sasha Blair was the third girl to enter, and the fifth girl to undress. Somehow though, despite havi","wordCount":4266,"readTime":21,"number":4,"state":"Published"},{"partId":"08ee84b1-10c0-4bef-8653-4a3f790fa1c8","title":"Chapter 5","summary":"For Holly Levine, having to strip naked for an inspection\nwas quite normal. Nor was it that much of ","wordCount":4034,"readTime":20,"number":5,"state":"Published"}],"currentPart":1,"contentTitle":"Chapter 1","content":"

It was morning at the St. Margaret’s Academy for Wayward\nGirls, and dressed in their standard school uniforms consisting of a simple\nblazer and a knee length skirt, the twenty or so girls of class 2-1 stared\nstraight ahead as they waited for their usual inspection to begin. It was like\nthis every day before class. Standing silently beside their desks, they shifted\nnervously in place as their homeroom teacher walked on by with the attendance\nsheet held in his hand.

“Sarah Williams, Rosie Patel, Phila Lee…,” he said.

Mr. Wilson was one of the nicer teachers, but the procedure\nwas still the same. And as much as he tended to grade leniently on the exams, the\ntension in the room could almost be felt as he waved for the first girl standing\nin front of him to step forward and lift her skirt up above her waist. There\nwas a slight tremor as she looked up at him, her blond hair swaying about her\nshoulders as she trembled underneath his gaze. Then, biting down hard against\nher lips, she reached down to pull the material upward so that the white fabric\nof her panties were on display.

“Higher,” said Mr. Wilson, and the girl did as she was told,\nlifting her skirt up higher for him to see. Blushing even harder, she stood\nwith her legs fully exposed, the stares of her classmates looking on from\nbehind. There was little time to think about such things however, as Mr. Wilson\nreached out in the next moment to place his hands against the inside of her\nthighs.

“Ah…!”

It was barely a whisper, a subconscious utterance that she\nswallowed down instantly before it could even be heard, but in the silence of\nthe room it was almost like a cry of guilt as it escaped past her lips. So\nyoung, so innocent, like a delicate flower that had just begun to bloom. And\nbeing only eighteen years old like the rest of her peers, it was almost as if\nthe poor girl herself didn’t even know what to do. Her breasts were only just\ndeveloped, as if they had just finished growing the year before.

Besides a slight stiffening of her posture from where she\nstood, she made no attempt to stop the inspection as Mr. Wilson reached out to\nslowly touch the delicate shape of her privates through the thin cloth of her\npanties, tracing over the lips of her labia underneath. Even when he moved his\nfingers up to rub against the tiny bump protruding from the top of her slit, it\nwas almost as if she had been frozen in place as he pressed down against the\nsensitive organ of her clit. A quick blush followed by a short jerk of her\nhips, and it wasn’t until her face was burning bright red with shame that he\nfinally relented. Pulling his hand away, Mr. Wilson nodded in satisfaction as\nhe held his fingers up for everyone to see.

“Adequate,” he said, and the girl lowered her skirt again\nwith a visible sigh of relief. Blushing one last time, she bit down on her lips\nas she sat down behind her desk. Then, it was on to the next girl standing in\nline, and then the one after that as they waited for their turn.

Ticking off each name as he ran down the list, Mr. Wilson\nstopped before each one as they held their skirts up to expose the plain white\nfabric of their panties. And in between the sound of the clock on the wall and\nthe silence of their tears, the responses that they made were always an\ninteresting sight to see. Some stared straight ahead as he reached down to\ntouch them, and others blushed the moment their skirts cleared their knees.\nWith no choice but to stand there as they waited for him to finish, however, there\nwas nothing they could do as he reached down to feel along the soft mound of\ntheir most intimate place between their legs.

A series of short circles traced around the base of their\nclits, and there was no hiding the tenseness in their bodies as they shivered\nfrom the way his fingers pressed against the hidden nub underneath. The fact that a single wrong move on their part meant a trip down to the\nheadmaster’s office with a punishment slip in hand didn’t even need to be said.

“Sasha Lowery, Madeline Vane, Mary York,” said Mr. Wilson,\n“And last but not least...”

Smiling, he reached his hands out\ntowards the final girl waiting for him at the end, running his hands over the\nsensitive strip of skin where her thighs formed a gap as they pressed up\nagainst the outer edge of her panties. Lifting the bottom of her skirt up even\nhigher, he looked at the way the thin garment lay flush against her body. From\nthe way it was ever so slightly misaligned however, with the soft shape of her\nvulva forming a line barely visible underneath, it was quite clear that there\nwas more to the situation than it seemed. A suspicion that was confirmed a\nmoment later as he moved his finger up and over the sensitive nub at the top of\nher slit.

Seeing what he was doing, the girl\nblushed even harder as she turned her head away. Her clit was more than just a\nlittle stiff when he reached out to touch it, hinting at the true cause of her\ndiscomfort with all the subtlety of her sin. Masturbation was strictly\nforbidden at the academy, and it must have been quite a while since her last\norgasm if she was desperate enough to try and sneak something past the caretakers\nthat constantly roamed the halls of the dormitories. Try being the key word\nhere. More than likely, she had been forced to stop halfway through out of fear\nof being caught, leaving her frustrated all night long and unable to sleep.

“Vanessa Clemons, is it?” said Mr.\nWilson, and the girl stiffened a little as he called her name.

“Yes, sir,” she mumbled.

“Would you mind lowering your panties\nfor me please?” asked Mr. Wilson.

“Sir?” asked Vanessa, her eyes going\nwide.

If she hadn’t been guilty before, then\nshe certainly was now. Blushing even harder, she mumbled a half-hearted excuse\nas she tried to delay.

“But I haven’t…,” she stammered.

“It’ll only be for a moment,” said Mr.\nWilson, interrupting her, “A quick check to see if everything is as it should be\ndown here, and then you can sit back down again in your seat.”

Of course, whether or not it would end\nthere depended on the results, and Vanessa trailed off as she started to\nrealize exactly how much trouble she was about to be in. There was another moment\nof hesitation as the entire class turned to stare at her, and she almost seemed\nto melt away under the intensity of the stress. Left with no choice, however,\nshe reluctantly slipped her fingers underneath the waistband of her underwear\nbefore sliding them down ever so slightly so that the top half of her mound\ncould just be seen. Any further now, and the beginning of her slit would be\nfully visible from where it curved downward between her legs.

“Please, sir…,” she begged one last\ntime, but the situation was already past the point of no return. The rules were\nquite clear on the subject, and reaching out as if to comfort her, Mr. Wilson\ngave her a gentle squeeze with his hand.

“It’ll be better for you to just admit\nit instead of lying,” he said softly.

There was one last moment of\nconsideration, of unwilling resistance unrealized, and then Vanessa finally\ngave in, lowering her panties all the way down until they were stretched out\nbetween her knees. With her skirt still held up above her waist, the full length\nof her privates were now laid bare and she closed her eyes tightly as if it was\nenough for her to turn invisible and disappear. Fully shaven, there was not a\nsingle strand of hair for her to hide behind.

The shame of her embarrassment only\ngrew worse as Mr. Wilson reached out to spread her open in front of the entire\nclass.

One, two, three…

Three seconds, and that was all it\ntook for the verdict to be made.

“You’re wet,” he said.

It was a simple statement, a matter of\nfact, and Vanessa winced as he continued to run his hands up and over the\ncontours of her lips, noting the dampness that clung to them as he pulled his\nhand away.

“Was the spanking from last week not\nenough for you?” asked Mr. Wilson.

“No, sir,” mumbled Vanessa.

“And what about the punishment plug\nyou had to wear afterwards. No improvement there either?\" he asked.

It was a common enough punishment that\nmost of the students had experienced it at least once before, but no matter how\nmany times she was subject to it, Vanessa couldn’t help but wince again at the\nmemory of the toy every time it was forced up her rear hole. Even with the\nample amount of lubrication that was used, the awful sensation of being invaded\nback there only seemed to make the fullness that resulted even worse. Not to\nmention the way the plug was set to randomly vibrate every few minutes or so to\nkeep her on edge. Given that her classes often lasted the entire day, just\nhaving to sit there in silence as she was teased over and over again without\nrelease was enough to drive her near insane.

“I’m sorry, sir,” she mumbled again,\nand Mr. Wilson reached up once more to press against the tiny nub at the top of\nher slit. Drawing the protective hood back with his thumb, he sighed as he\nbrushed his fingers over the delicate pearl underneath.

Vanessa jerked forward again as she\nheld her breath. Oh, what she would give for just a few minutes alone in a\ncloset or under the covers of her bed. Even if it meant being punished\nafterwards, the feeling of emptiness she felt was almost painful as the\nstimulation stopped right before she could hit the edge. Another few strokes\nalong the delicate folds of her inner lips, and Mr. Wilson sighed as he stood\nup in front of her.

“Front of the room,” he said, still\nlooking at the way her clit pulsed in time with her heartbeat, “And this better\nbe the last time, or you’ll be looking at the inside of a chastity belt for the\nrest of the year.”

Swallowing hard, Vanessa moved to do\nas she was told, shuffling forward to stand awkwardly with her panties still\nstretched out between her legs. Wiping her eyes on the sleeve of her uniform,\nshe sniffled as she drew them all the way down to her feet before stepping out\nof them and lowering her head. Despite what she must have known was coming\nnext, her nipples were already stiff as they pointed upward from her barely\nbudding breasts. Her shirt did its best to cover them, but there was no\nmistaking the sharp points as they stood up underneath the fabric for everyone\nto see.

The tension in the room rose another\nnotch as Mr. Wilson walked over to reach into the drawer of his desk before\nreturning again with a leather crop in his hands.

“How many?” he said.

“Sir?” she asked.

He tapped the tip of the leather\ninstrument against the inside of her thighs, and she shivered as it slowly\nmoved up towards her slit.

“How many do you think it will take before you stop\nplaying with yourself?” he said.

“I don't… I don’t know, sir,” she said again.

Wrong answer, and really, any student\npast their first year should have known better than to say such a thing. There\nwas something like a tiny flicker of annoyance as Mr. Wilson brought the crop\ndown against the inside of her legs, and Vanessa cried out at the sudden\nsurprise of the impact. Even if she had been wrong, any response was better\nthan none at all when it came to the number of strokes she was supposed to\nreceive.

Smack!

Mr. Wilson raised the crop again, and\nVanessa cried out as she danced on the spot.

“Thirty!” she gasped, “I mean, twenty!\nI mean, zero!”

“Which one is it?” he sighed in\nexasperation.

Another blow, closer up this time, and\nVanessa cried out as her hands flew down between her legs to protect her most\nintimate places from being struck. Barely had she moved however, when the rod\ncame down again to push them out of the way.

“The sooner you can give me an answer,\nthe sooner we can start and end,” said Mr. Wilson.

Sobbing, Vanessa spread her legs\nfurther apart again as she placed her hands back on top of her head. With her\nskirt tucked out of the way, there was nothing to hide the full length of her\nprivates from the rest of the class.

“Twenty,” she finally whispered.

She flinched as Mr. Wilson moved the\ncrop back up to poke at the place where her hood had slipped down again to\ncover her clit.

“And where will they be?” asked Mr.\nWilson.

“My… my bottom,” said Vanessa with\ntears in her eyes.

“And?” said Mr. Wilson.

“And then my clit,” she whispered.

She whimpered as he pushed a little harder,\nand the soft lips of her vulva parted ever so slightly in response to the\nstimulation. Despite how much she was shaking, the telltale signs of wetness\ncould already be seen as it leaked out onto her thighs. Another thing that\nwould have to be corrected, if she didn’t want the number of strokes to\nincrease. One last exchange then, to fully hammer in the point.

“Now, tell me, Vanessa,” said Mr.\nWilson, “Why is your clit being punished today as well as your rear?”

Vanessa squirmed as she looked away. The\nshame of her humiliation was more than evident on her face as she struggled\nunderneath the weight of the question.

“Because… because I keep touching\nmyself at night,” she whispered.

And there was the cause of this entire\nheadache. For whatever reason, it always seemed to take ages for the girls to\nunderstand. Especially the younger ones who haven’t spent as much time at the\nacademy. The older girls knew better than to try, but the younger ones always\nseemed to think that so long as they were careful and didn’t make any noise,\nthey would be able to get away with pleasuring themselves at night while\neveryone else was asleep. Of course, it was rare for them to get away with it\nwith the proof of their wrongdoing more than evident to the caretakers who\nchanged the sheets. The daily inspections done before class was just another\nway of checking.

There wasn’t much to say after that as\nMr. Wilson dragged the punishment bench to the front of the room, and gritting\nher teeth together, Vanessa stepped forward to bend over the surface as she\ngrabbed onto the opposite edge with her hands. There was the sound of something\nbeing raised high up into the air, and she closed her eyes tightly as she tried\nto prepare herself for the punishment that she knew was coming next.

Smack!

“O… one!” said Vanessa.

Gritting her teeth, she stared\nstraight ahead at the wall in front of her as the crop fell to land squarely\nacross the center of her right buttock, and her hips jerked forward a little\nfrom the impact.

Smack!

Another blow, this time on the opposite side, and she\nsquirmed as she tried to keep her tears from flowing down her face.

“T… two!” she said.

It wasn’t until the third blow that she finally broke\nhowever, and as the crop fell down to strike directly between her cheeks, her\neyes opened wide as the tip smacked hard against the tight ring of her anus\njust visible in between. The sound of the leather striking her flesh seemed to\necho out through the room as she clenched hard against the blow, and her hips jumped\nupward as if moving on their own. All the air in her lungs seemed to shoot out\nall at once, and crying out with an empty noise, she gasped as an angry\nrectangle of redness appeared over the place where the crop had landed across\nher rear hole.

“T… three!” she gasped.

The, it only seemed to get worse from there. On and on\nthe blows fell, landing sporadically across the flesh of her bottom and down\nbetween her legs. Even as she cried out in pain however, the rest of the class\nremained silent as they watched on in fear. Pausing to look back at them, Mr.\nWilson made the point more than clear. It might not\nbe them standing up here with their panties lowered to their feet, but the\nslightest hint of wetness was enough to call them up for their turn next.

Smack!

“Four!” said Vanessa.

Smack!

“Five!” said Vanessa.

Smack!

“Six!” said Vanessa.

Her eyes opened wide as the crop drew back again only\nto land directly across the length of her slit, curving downward with the\nmomentum of the strike so that every inch of her labia was struck by the blow.\nAnd with her legs spread out to the side, there was no way for her to protect\nherself from the pain. Tears leaked down her face as another trickle of wetness\nseeped out to run down the inside of her thighs. There was no way she should\nhave been aroused by this, but she just couldn’t help it as her clit strained\nupward against the crushing confines of its hood.

Smack!

“Seven!” said Vanessa.

Smack!

“Eight!” said Vanessa.

Smack!

“Nine!” said Vanessa.

Smack!

“Ten!” said Vanessa.

Halfway there now, and setting the crop to the side,\nMr. Wilson took a short break as she turned around and lay flat upon her back\nwith her knees drawn up against her chest. Reaching out with a tissue, he\ngently tried her tears while at the same time reaching back between her legs.\nHis fingers found the entrance of her tunnel, and she moaned as he pushed the\ntip ever so slightly past the entrance of her swollen lips.

“You know, this wouldn’t have happened\nif you just kept your hands to yourself,” he said.

“Please, I’m sorry,” sobbed Vanessa.

“I know you are,” he said softly, “But\nI can’t stop until you learned your lesson.”

Another finger moved up to touch her\nclit, and seeing him raise his arm up again, Vanessa closed her eyes tightly as\nshe shook her head from side to side.

“Please, not there…,” she whispered,\nbut it was no use.

Crack!

“Aaiiiee!” she cried.

“Count, or we’ll start all over\nagain,” said Mr. Wilson, raising the crop into the air.

Crack!

“Eleven!” gasped Vanessa.

Crack!

“Twelve!”

Crack!

“Thirteen!”

Just seven more blows left now, and\nshe sobbed as she continued to hold her legs up with her arms wrapped around\nher knees. Every time the crop came down, she fought against the urge to reach\ndown and protect herself as the crop struck across the length of her slit.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” she said over\nand over again in between the count of the blows. It was no use however, and\nshe cried out again as another flash of pain raced out between her legs.

By the time they reached the last one,\nher head was starting to feel light, and it was getting next to impossible to\nthink. Dimly, she was aware of Mr. Wilson standing next to her as he helped her\nspread her legs. Still laying on her back, she slowly she slowly brought her hands\ndown to spread her labia apart and expose the sensitive nub of her clit. The\nfact that her lips had started to part during the middle of the punishment\ndidn’t help at all, and she sobbed as every inch of her virgin hole was exposed\nfor the entire class to see. Buried just inside the opening of her tunnel, the\nthin membrane of her hymen could just be seen as the muscles of her legs\ntwitched.

As the rest of the class watched on in\nsilence, something seemed to curl up inside her and become still. It was as if\nnobody even dared to breath. Reaching out to brush the hair away from her face,\nMr. Wilson tried to comfort her as he stood to the side.

“Ready?” he asked.

“Yes, sir,” she whimpered.

He reached down to peel back the hood\nof her clit, and her whines grew even louder as he began to massage the tiny\nbean at the top of her slit. Despite the turmoil inside, she couldn’t help but\ngrow aroused again as he slowly brought her closer and closer to the edge of a climax.\nUsing his other hand, he reached down to press a finger against her anus, and\nshe gasped as it slid past the tight ring of her back hole.

“Are you going to be a good girl from\nnow on, Vanessa?” he asked.

“Yes, sir,” she said.

“Do you need any more correction?” he\nasked.

“No, sir,” she said.

“Is there anything else you would like\nto say?” said Mr. Wilson.

He looked pointedly at her, and then\nto the rest of the class, and Vanessa blushed hard with the humiliation of what\nshe was expected to say next.

“Please punish me for trying to…\ntrying to…” she murmured.

A pause, as she weighed the options\ninside her head. Either she could remain silent and spare herself the shame, or\nshe could say what he wanted to hear out loud in front the entire class. With\nthe way his finger was circling her clit however, it was hard to think about\nanything except how much she needed a release. The pressure seemed to build up\nindefinitely within her, and a steady trickle of wetness seeped out from between\nher lips as the walls of her insides clenched down in frustration and denial.\nBottled up with nowhere to go, it was as if the heat of a furnace was trapped\ninside.

The finger in her bottom moved again,\nand she bit down on her lips as she groaned. Deep breaths now, or she very well\nmight be required to start all over again right at the end. Even with how sore\nshe already was, it was always possible for her punishment to increase.

“Please punish my clit for trying to\nmasturbate,” she finally said at last.

A slow smile spread across Mr.\nWilson’s face, and she moaned as he pressed down harder, bringing her to the\nvery edge of a release again before finally pulling his hand away. Then the\ncrop came down one last time, and she screamed out loud as it landed across the\nopen length of her privates with the tip curling upward to smack straight\nagainst her clit. White hot iron rushed through her veins as the pain flared\nup, made all the more worse by the orgasm she had just been denied. Trapped\nindefinitely close to the edge, it felt as if she was in both heaven and hell\nat the same time, the torture of being unable to finish amplified by the white\nhot pain bouncing around inside.

Then, it was over at last, and she\ncollapsed back to the table as her limbs gave away. There was the cold touch of\nsomething against her anus again, and she winced as she felt a stick of ginger\nbeing pressed up against her backdoor.

“Spread your legs a little,” said Mr.\nWilson.

Vanessa did as she was told, and the\nginger slowly slid in until it was buried deep inside. A pulse of frustration\nraced through her as her clit twitched in denial, and then the burning overtook\nit as her muscles clenched down around the base. A hand reached down to help her,\nand climbing back to her feet, she bowed her head with her hands held at her\nside.

“Thank you for punishing me, sir,” she\nsaid.

Gathering her panties from where they\nhad fallen to the floor, she stuffed them back into her pocket as she hurried\nback to her seat. Sitting down again, she winced as she felt the ginger push\ndeeper inside her as it made contact with the hard wooden surface of the chair.\nShe was careful to keep her skirt raised up above her waist as she sat down with\nher freshly spanked bottom and the swollen lips of her labia on display. For\nthe rest of the day, she would have to sit like this with the evidence of her\npunishment visible for everyone to see.

Walking down the row again, Mr. Wilson\nmoved on to the next girl in line as she raised her skirt up to show him her\npanties. Pulling her underwear to the side, he spread her apart and gently\nrubbed her clit for a few seconds before holding his hand up to the light.\nLooking up in fear, the girl let out a sigh of relief when he announced that\nshe was dry. Briefly Vanessa caught her eye. A moment of understanding jumped\nout between them, and then the girl looked away as she sat back down in her\nseat.

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Tomorrow, they would have to go through the process all over again. Staring down at the smooth surface of the desk in front of her, Vanessa sighed as she shifted against the burning of the ginger in her rear. It was going to be a long day ahead of her, and she wasn’t looking forward to having to endure another long night of frustration as her clit ached again between her legs. Resigning herself to her fate, she quietly took out her notebook and a pen as the class finally began.

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