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Trumped Up Punishments 14 – Merit-based rewards

Jonathan could not wait until the afternoon. He was one of the top students at Millennium High, and until today his good grades and merits had been their own reward. Two weeks previously, Headmaster Barton had called him into his office and asked him if he would enjoy playing an active role in punishing his female fellow students, starting with the November ‘open’ punishment assembly. As a start, he would be asked to whip Ibby on her spread vulva to start the proceedings – however, he would be generally closely involved with the event, helping secure the girls to be punished and, sometimes, executing their punishments.

He had jumped at the chance. He had never had much success with the opposite sex – good grades are not sexy in High School, and his teachers’ and parents’ mantra that, once he was in medical school, the girls would be chasing him rather than the other way around, had never really convinced him or make the pressure in his balls any less. He had found the last couple of punishment assemblies very exciting. He had downloaded all the recordings of punishments that were available on the school’s servers, and had masturbated while watching them on a daily basis (well, sometimes even an hourly basis, during the weekends). So this was a dream come true.

Following his limited involvement with the morning assembly, he reported to Mr. Barton’s office at 3pm as instructed. The afternoon assembly was not due to start for another hour, but Mr. Barton had said that there would be much to do beforehand. He found Alexa, the top student of the school (to his great annoyance, she managed to beat him in most subjects, apart from physics and P.E.), waiting in the ante-room. She smiled at him, although it was clear that she was somewhat embarrassed by his presence.

They were called into Mr. Barton’s room. The headmaster was seated at his desk and looked up from his work as they entered. “Ah, there you are. I am just looking at this afternoon’s punishment roster – there’s Ibby, of course, but in addition there is Charlotte Gray, who has accumulated a stunning 45 demerits over the past month (Charlotte was the school rebel; she was also a very attractive girl, and the combination resulted in her being awarded demerits on an almost daily basis). Then we have Charlie Elphicke and Stephen Fallon, who have been accused of **** on school grounds following last month’s punishment assembly. They deny it, but unfortunately for them we have CCTV footage proving the allegations are true. We will punish Ibby first, then Charlie and Steve, then finally Charlotte. It will be your job to get them ready for their punishment backstage. By this I mean get them to strip, secure them to punishment horses on their backs, with their legs spread, and then wheel them onto the stage. Any questions?”

Alexa wanted to know what she was to do if either of the boys refused to cooperate with her.

“They will be instructed to obey your commands to the letter; should they fail to obey, the guards will be at hand, if needed, to assist you. Needless to say that their punishments would, in that event, be doubled.”

Jonathan asked what Alexa’s and his involvement was to be once they had wheeled the punishment horses onto the stage.

“Well, you are already ticketed to conduct Ibby’s punishment. There will be a certain amount of audience participation as far as the other three are concerned, but let’s just say that I expect that you will be called upon to help with them in one way or another, too.”

Alexa accompanied Mr. Barton to the auditorium, to help set up a new computer system which allowed members of the audience to use their smart phones to participate. Mr. Barton had not been able to set this up and was relying on Alexa’s superior IT skills to make it all work. Jonathan, in the meantime, was shown by the headmaster’s secretary to a room backstage that contained two punishment horses. The room was otherwise empty, safe for a couple of chairs. Jonathan thought it felt quite weird to be in this room on his own. After standing around for a bit he decided to have a closer look at the punishment horses. They were truly ingenious devices, adaptable in myriad ways, and very easily, too, with just a few wing-nuts to adjust. What Jonathan had not noticed before was that, all over the horse, there were metal contact points which, Jonathan assumed, were connected to the electrical connections he now noticed at the base of the horse. Fascinating, he thought.

A knock at the door made him start. Carl entered with a demure Ibby. Both Ibby and Jonathan were juniors, and they had a couple of classes together. This made things a bit awkward, but Jonathan wasn’t going to let this spoil things for him!

Carl reminded Ibby to obey Jonathan’s instructions and left the room.

Awkward silence. “Hi Ibby, thanks for coming.” Lame. What a lame opening.

“Well, I didn’t have much of a choice, did I? Let’s get this over with.”

“Ok, sorry, just trying to be nice. But if you are in a hurry, that’s fine. Please take off your top.” Ibby knew she had to obey, unbuttoned her blouse and took it off. She was wearing a plain white bra. “
Ok, now your skirt and tights. I want you just in your underwear.”

Ibby obeyed. When she was just her underwear, Jonathan moved close to her, stood facing her and moved his hands, round her body to the clasp of her bra. He undid this without difficulty and slid the bra off. She was now facing him topless, her perky, firm, upturned breasts almost touching his shirt. He started caressing her body, starting with her back, but moving his hands to her shoulders and arms – sometimes almost reaching but always avoiding her breasts. He then stroked her taut stomach, grazing over her panty-covered pussy ever so lightly. She sharply inhaled. His hands wandered down her outside legs, then moved inside, stroking her inner thighs. She was breathing more quickly now. In one quick, fluent motion he took hold of her panties’ waistband and slid them down. She was now entirely naked.

“Please sit on this chair and spread your legs for me!”

She sighed and obeyed. He knelt down and opened the folds of her pussy with his fingers, noting with satisfaction that her pussy was drenched. He then reached up and finally started massaging her breasts.

There was a knock on the door and Carl’s voice said: “You need to be on stage in five minutes!”

“Ok, Ibby, why don’t you get on the punishment horse now?”

She got up and resignedly walked over to the horse, sitting down on it. He gently made her lie on her back, put Velcro cuffs on her wrists and ankles, and secured her hands to the horse, behind her head. He then lifted her left leg and secured the cuff to the horse well behind her head, before doing the same with the other. She was now lying on her back, with her legs up in the air and spread very wide. His whip would hit the inner folds of her vagina – she was totally exposed.

Another knock on the door. “Ready?” “Yes.” Carl and another two guards entered. The punishment horse was on wheels, and two of them started wheeling it out and along a corridor, while the third guard led Jonathan up to Mr. Barton’s cubicle.

To Ibby, being wheeled towards the auditorium, Mr. Barton’s voice was audible in the distance, getting louder, along with cheering and clapping. A double door was thrust open, and the punishment horse was pushed onto the brightly illuminated stage amongst cheers and applause.

Mr. Barton was finishing his introduction:

“… and so Ibby will receive eighteen severe whiplashes at each public punishment assembly for the remainder of the academic year, always administered by the most academically successful male student. At the moment, this student is Jonathan Campbell, who will be joining us soon, but this may change from month to month.”

Jonathan had by now joined the headmaster in his cubicle.

“How did it go?” he asked him.

“Her pussy is wet – she seems to be enjoying herself” said the pupil.

“Well, we can’t have that! It’s meant to be punishment! Thanks for letting me know. Stay here for a bit.”

Ibby had been quite upset that Jonathan’s exploration of her nubile body had been so rudely interrupted. She had been rather turned on by what he was doing to her, in spite of herself. Now she was worried that her excitement might be rather obvious … her pussy was actually dripping and, to her horror, she realised that she was turned on by her exposure to all her schoolmates and her imminent intimate punishment by a handsome and intelligent young man.

“While sexual excitement in males, as we have observed on previous occasions, is pretty obvious to everyone, it is less obvious in females. But the signs are there – it’s all a matter of resolution! The school has acquired a new macro camera, which we will now use to see if Ibby is excited by this experience. This will add to her humiliation – if she proves to be very excited, this is obviously not the aim of these proceedings, so that we may add to her punishment in order to put a stop to it.”

The huge screens behind the stage came to life, though they did not show anything yet. Carl and another guard came onto the stage, with Carl holding a camera. He moved really close to Ibby’s crotch with it, focused on her folds, and then the screens showed Ibby’s vagina in extraordinary detail. Though shaved, her slight stubble was clearly visible, as was her clit, as was, embarrassingly, the beads of moisture, giving away that she was extremely excited.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, clearly Ibby is enjoying this. Using the new app I just asked you all to download, I would like anyone who would like to make suggestions of what we might do to stop her enjoying herself. While you are entering your suggestions, we will continue to explore Ibby’s vagina with the macro camera.”

Many of the pupils in the audience were now busy with their smartphones, as were many of the teachers, members of the public and donors in the front rows of the auditorium. Carl was holding the camera close to Ibby’s crotch, while Dan, the other guard, was holding her pussy lips apart for him to get a shot of her inner folds. Many of the boys in the audience were obviously touching themselves while watching the huge images of Ibby’s vagina, and in anticipation of the severe beating and additional punishment that was to follow.

On Mr. Barton’s computer screen, the suggestions from the audience began pouring in. He scanned through them quickly, and then asked Jonathan’s opinion. They settled on four suggestions that they were going to put to a vote. Mr. Barton announced them, while they appeared on the left screen (the right continued to show images of Ibby’s vagina):

1. A severe face-slapping by Tara (the girl everyone knew to be Ibby’s worst enemy at the school;

2. Having the left-overs bucket from the refectory poured out over her face and breasts (fish had been on the menu that day, with spinach lasagne the vegetarian option);

3. Being forced to wear a chastity belt for the next month;

4. Having her nipples squeezed with a pair of pliers.

Jonathan had been keen to include a suggestion that would have seen Ibby’s put in a bath of ice-cold water, but Mr. Barton thought that this would be impossible to put into practice at such short notice. He agreed, however, to prepare this option for the December punishment assembly.

“Ok, down you get, my lad”, Mr. Barton told Jonathan, who made his way to the corridor behind the stage.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, voting is now open and will remain open for just one minute. Votes will be displayed in real time on the screen.”

The first 100 votes or so were cast very quickly, and then activity died down as the audience was digesting the fact that options 2 and 3 seemed to be in the lead, with option 4 third and option 1 far behind (to Tara’s disappointment). Tara was texting all her besties to get them to vote for option 1, but it stayed stubbornly on just 16 votes, with option 2 at 40, option 3 at 32 and option 4 at 29. As time was running out, there was another flurry of voting, with option 4 gaining ground, but option 2 continuing to attract support. In the end, option 2 had 140 votes, option 3 122, and option 4 140 as well. Option 1 had not got more than 20 votes overall. Mr. Barton thought about putting options 2 and 4 to a deciding vote, but then thought that he might as well go for both. When he announced this decision, the audience clearly approved, judging by the riotous applause that greeted the announcement.

“This is how we will proceed. Carl will first apply the pliers to Ibby’s nipples while Jonathan is selecting an appropriate whip backstage. Ibby is due 18 lashes of the whip, and Jonathan will administer the first nine immediately after Carl has finished squeezing her nipples. We will then take a short break in order to upend the bucket containing today’s leftover food over Ibby’s face and upper body. Jonathan will then administer the final eight lashes. Carl, please proceed.”

Carl approached the punishment horse holding a vicious looking pair of pliers – one he had obtained from the caretaker’s tool box. He slowly approached her left nipple with the open pliers (the left screen now showed this in ultra HD, while the other showed Ibby’s petrified face), the open pliers were now on her breast, surrounding her nipple. Carl then slowly but relentlessly squeezed, applying more and more force, until Ibby was screaming blue murder. He then let go – the camera showed a blue nipple, with a clear pattern left by the serrated jaws of the pliers. Carl walked around the horse to get better access to her right breast and repeated the torture.
“It is now time to administer the punishment Ibby will receive at each of the next nine punishment assemblies – eighteen whiplashes on her open vagina. Jonathan has chosen a particularly suitable whip for this – a cat of nine tails with heavier tails to hurt her outer lips, and with thinner, sharper tails to take care of her inner folds. Jonathan, the first nine lashes, please.”

Jonathan had now taken up his position – he raised the whip and brought it down, hard, between Ibby’s legs. Ibby screamed loudly. Again and again Jonathan struck, remorselessly, hard. The audience spontaneously counted each stroke. After eight strokes, Jonathan stopped.

Two members of the school’s kitchen staff now came onto the stage, carrying a large leftovers bucket. Ibby’s eyes and mouth were firmly shut as she was waiting for the disgusting humiliation to happen to her.

“This is meant to be unpleasant, so Ibby will please open her mouth wide and keep it open until I tell her otherwise”, the headmaster announced. “If she closes it before I say so Carl will have to reapply the pliers.”

Ibby’s skin was crawling with disgust and humiliation, but she did as she was told. The two kitchen staff were now standing behind her head, slowly lifting the bucket. The audience counted down from five, and they upended the bucket – a disgusting, slimy mix of fish bones, vegetables, sauce, cheese and vanilla pudding went over Ibby’s face and breasts; thee was so much that it flowed down between her spread legs, covering virtually the whole girl.

“We will let Ibby enjoy this for a minute before Jonathan will then administer the rest of her punishment.”

Jonathan was actually overwhelmed by the smell of the leftover food – clearly, this bucket had not been emptied since the week before and had been rotting in the kitchen over the weekend. The stench was quite overwhelming. His excitement at whipping his school mates spread pussy waned somewhat.

In the meantime, Alexa was in the backstage room waiting for Charlie Elphicke and Steve Fallon to arrive to be prepared for their punishments.

Charlie was precisely the sort of boy Alexa hated: unkempt, loud, self-serving, conceited and stupid. She was looking forward to torturing and humiliating him. Steve was your quintessential toady – trying to please Charlie, to be friends with Charlie, always eager to do what Charlie wanted. A scrawny, pimply, ugly little piece of shit, in other words.

A knock on the door, and Dan the guard was leading the two boys into the room. Charlie looked apprehensive yet smug at the same time, while Steve looked just plain scared.

When Dan had left, Alexa said: “Ok, Charlie, please unzip and take your cock out for me.”
He was rather taken aback by this direct request, but knew she was running the show, so he opened his flies and took out a hard cock of average length and girth.

Alexa tut-tutted. “You know that you are not supposed to be enjoying this, don’t you? What are you going to do about that boner? No, don’t answer – it was a rhetorical question, if you know what that is, which I doubt. Strip completely and lie on your back. Steve, I want you to jerk him until he ejaculates!”

Charlie obeyed, took off all his clothes and lay down on one of the two punishment horses in the room. Steve threw him an apologetic glance, gingerly took hold of his hard cock and started wanking him, timidly at first, then harder and harder. After about a minutge of vigorous work, Charlie shot his load over his stomach and Steve’s hands and face. Charlie’s erection went down, to his relief.

“Ok,” said Alexa, “clean yourselves off at the basin over there. Steve, once you’re clean it’s your turn to take out your penis, please.” Again, when Steve, after much fumbling, had got his penis out, it was rock hard, though somewhat on the small side – maybe two inches and a half.

“You seem to be into Charlie, judging by that erection. What is that anyway, a very small penis or a very large clit? Strip and lie on the other punishment horse. Charlie, you know what to do!”

Charlie could not help but give his ‘friend’ an evil grin. “That’s a seriously small cock you have there, my friend!” He started rubbing it, however, and Steve came after twenty seconds. However, his erection refused to go away.

“Ok, both of you get cleaned up and then lie down on your punishment horses!”

When they were done, she secured them to their horses in pretty much the same position that Ibby had been secured by Jonathan, legs spread and tied behind their heads, balls prominently on display along with their bottom holes.

“I don’t know, Charlie” said Alexa, “I can’t help but thinking that you looked better with a stiff cock. Let’s see …” She started massaging his limp cock, squeezed his balls, fingered his asshole until he was fully hard again. She then slipped a cock-ring on each of the boys’ hard penises. Mr. Barton had asked her to do this – it prevented their erections from subsiding no matter how much torture they were subjected to. There was a knock on the door. Dan’s voice: “You’re on in five minutes – just nine lashes to go.”

Ibby was in hell. Covered in disgusting leftover food sludge all over, her open pussy was being whipped hard. All sexual excitement had long gone. This was just sheer hell. Then it was, sort of, over. For this month. To live with the knowledge that this hell was going to be repeated every month was, in itself, hell. Her punishment horse, with her on it, was now being gingerly moved to the side of the stage. Surely they weren’t going to leave her tied up on stage, covered in goo? It seemed that they were … Her humiliation was going to continue for the rest of the assembly …

The backstage door now opened and the two boys, suspended on their punishment horses, were wheeled in, followed by Alexa. Screeching from the female students in the audience, as Charlie’s hard cock came into view – laughter when the audience realized how small Steve’s cock was.

“Clearly the boys are finding this whole experience far too arousing … Let’s see what they were up to just before they were supposed to come on for their punishments …” Mr. Barton said, as a video of events backstage, Steve jerking Charlie off, was shown on both screens. Neither Alexa nor he had realised there were hidden cameras in that room.

Charlie’s humiliation was complete, but Alexa went pale, too. What if they did not stop the video after showing him cum? Everybody would be able to see that she had deliberately stimulated Charlie’s penis in order to get him an erection and thus in trouble. She breathed a sigh of relief when the video stopped once Charlie (the Charlie in the video that is) had shot his load.
“Charlie Elphicke and Stephen Fallon have been r****g Rebecca Ward, who was punished in this forum last month. Apparently they thought that she was fair game after being punished and humiliated here. Mr. Elphicke, do you deny this?” Mr. Barton asked. “A full and frank confession will reduce your sentence!”

“Of course I deny it, that slut made it all up!” Charlie said into a microphone held by Dan.

“What about you, Mr. Fallon?”

“Whatever Charlie says.”

“Well, let’s just see what story the CCTV cameras in the relevant classroom have to tell!” Charlie was appalled – was there no privacy in this school? Could one not use a deserted classroom to **** a fellow student in peace outside school hours? What was the world coming to?

Anyway, the video showed how Charlie and Steve had accosted Rebecca as she was trying to sneak inconspicuously away after her private session with Mr. Bolden-Ahern, dressed in just a dressing gown (her clothes had been left in the chamber music auditorium). There was no audio, but it was clear that she was resisting their advances. Steve held her from behind and Charlie opened her gown, took out his cock and thrust into her. They then switched roles. Shocked silence in the theater.

“This clearly deserves the most serious punishment we can inflict on these two. They will both have permanent erections throughout, given they have rings around the bases of their penises restricting blood flow back into their bodies. Our medical team will now insert metal shafts into their urethrae. These will be connected to electricity in a minute.”

The two school nurses entered the stage. They each inserted shiny metal shafts into the boys’ penises – the one inserted into Charlie disappeared completely, but Steve’s penis was too small so that about a third of an inch remained visible at the top. Carl supplied a shorter version, and this was swapped for the one that had proved too long for his manhood, or should we say ‘boyhood’.

This done, the nurses connected both boys to monitors to keep an eye on their vital signs, while Carl and Dan attached metal clips to their nipples, shafts and scrotums. Cables were attached to them, as well as to the metal shafts lodged within each boy.

“Now,” Mr. Barton said. You all saw what these boys did. If you now all open the new app on your smartphones, that will give you the power to control the flow of electricity through their penises and testicles. The pain will be intense even on a low setting, but you can make it worse by increasing the setting. Your devices will be live in one minute and you, the audience, will then remain in control for five minutes.”

Everybody was opening up and logging into the punishment assembly apps. They showed a dial which could be adjusted with a simple swipe. It also showed what the overall power that was going through the TENS units was, currently 0 Amps.

“You are NOW in control!”

Tbc ...