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Acing Your Punishments – Chapter 8: An unusual fund-raiser, Part I
The ‘Friends of Millennium High’ (‘FoMH’) was the fundraising organization of the school. Its chairman was Mr. Witner. The FoMH had hitherto confined themselves to cake sales and Christmas Bazaars to help raise money for the school, but when young Kevin Witner told his father all about the September punishment assembly over dinner, the latter immediately appreciated the fund-raising potential of Mr. Barton’s latest innovation. He also saw a chance of being able to attend one of the punishment assemblies himself – just thinking about 16 to 18 year old girls being punished in the nude and in public got him so hard that he was unable to get up from the dinner table.
He took the idea to the other committee members and got a majority of them to go along with it – he then took it to Mr. Barton to see what he thought. Mr. Barton was enthusiastic, but he had a couple of concerns. First, he thought it was important that all pupils should continue to attend punishment assemblies. In other words, no more than fifty tickets would be available to the public, as the theatre would exceed its capacity if any more were sold. Second, he thought that it would be useful to move assemblies to the afternoon – this would make it more likely that members of the public would part with their hard-earned cash in order to attend. He finally added his own idea that gold and platinum donors should be allowed to participate, for example by administering the prescribed punishment or by having a say in what punishments were to be inflicted. Some offenders, Mr. Barton thought, might be punished ‘in private’, as it were, that is, just in front of paying guests or gold and platinum donors.
“I am going to have a chat with our ICT teacher – the senior ICT class might be able to devise an app that will allow me to communicate securely and anonymously with gold and platinum donors while the session is actually going on. Leave it with me. I like it!”
Two weeks later, advertisements were placed in the local dailies, and one of these advertisements, as we know, was seen by Rebecca’s attorney mother. It did not help that Rebecca’s face was on the advertisement, along with the promise that she would be featured again at the October punishment assembly. Rebecca’s Mom immediately made an appointment with Mr. Barton. While she had been up-beat when discussing things with Rebecca, she was conscious of the fact that, short of challenging the President’s executive order, there was very little by way of legal recourse open to her. Still, she thought she might threaten Mr. Barton, looking confident, and hope for the best.
Unfortunately for her, and Rebecca, Mr. Barton had been dealing with lawyers all his life, and he knew of the strength of his position. Still, he did not really want to spend any time, money and effort on court proceedings, so he turned on his charm and tried his best to get Mrs. Ward to agree to an arrangement that all parties could live with.
“Look, Mrs. Ward, you must agree that your daughter having sex with a teacher during the school day merited punishment.”
“It is fortunate that you mention this, Mr. Barton: I am still waiting to learn what is to happen to Mr. Warner. As you know, he threatened my daughter with many, many demerits, and basically blackmailed her into sex.”
“The correct course of action would have been to report this to me, rather than giving in. And I was there, she did not seem reluctant at all, if you ask me. And clearly losing her virginity before she is eighteen is not something this school can tolerate.”
“Be that as it may, Mr. Warner should be punished!”, Mrs. Ward replied.
“How about this: we will allow you to be present during the punishment assembly, say, as if you were a platinum donor. Like any platinum donor, you will be able to influence your daughter’s punishment using a new app that our ICT whizzes have devised. I will also do my best to make sure that Mr. Warner is subject to appropriate discipline. He is currently under investigation by the District School Board; but I might offer him to withdraw all charges and save his job in return for his co-operation at a private donors’ punishment session to follow on from the punishment assembly. I would invite you and your daughter to be present at that session.”
Mrs. Ward was keen to see Mr. Warner punished and agreed. Needless to say, her daughter was less than impressed when she learned that her mother had, in Rebecca’s words ‘sold her down the river’. She felt betrayed, disappointed and all-round miserable.
The fateful afternoon came. Eloise, Ibby, Rebecca and Andrew were seated on the stage while the theater slowly filled with students and members of the public (several of whom were wearing masks). Everybody knew that tickets cost $100 each, apart from tickets for gold donors ($50) and platinum donors (which were free, but then platinum donors had given at least $10,000 during the last school year).
Both Eloise and Rebecca had, of course, been naked or almost naked in front of the whole school before, and Rebecca had undergone very serious punishment the previous month. Ibby and Andrew, in contrast, had only been spectators at previous punishment assemblies; they knew what was in store for them.
In fact, they did not know. Mr. Barton had succumbed to the lure of the almighty dollar. He had struck a deal with the five platinum donors that were attending the assembly. For each student being punished, Mr. Barton would send a message with their proposed sentence to each donor’ app. They could then influence the sentence by offering money to the school – highest bidder could determine the sentence and, if he or she wanted to, execute it as well.
So Mr. Barton, in his familiar booth, was not going to mention his maxim ‘let the punishment fit the crime’ any more – he knew, that had gone out of the window, along with his other principles, such as they were.
“Miss Brown”, he now said into the microphone, “please step forward.”
Eloise got up and took a few steps forward.
“Please take off all your clothes and hand them to Carl!”
The two screens behind the stage now lit up, showing a full body shot of Eloise as well as a close-up of her face.
Eloise had expected that she would have to strip, so she tried to be as matter-of-fact about it as possible, taking off her blazer and skirt first, then her blouse. She was now clad just in bra, panties and tights. She peeled herself out of her tights and handed everything to Carl. She took a deep breath and took off her bra. Her generous, D-cup breasts were now in full view, for the first time – the last time she had been made to strip on this stage, she had been allowed to keep at least her bra on. The camera that had been on her face before now showed her breasts in close-up.
Eloise took another breath, inserted her thumbs under her waistband and slid down her panties, then handed panties and bra to Carl. She was now entirely naked, center-stage.
Platinum donors received a text from Mr. Barton, telling them that the sentence proposed by the punishment committee had been ten whiplashes on her back. They were entering their own suggestions and bids into the ‘FoMH punishment app’ on their phones, while Eloise was standing in the middle of the stage, naked, awaiting her sentence. The camera was showing her body in detail – starting with her face, then moving down to her breasts, her taut stomach, finally homing in on her hairless crotch.
After about five minutes of this, Mr. Barton’s voice came over the Tannoy again: “The punishment for Miss Brown shall be thirty whiplashes on her breasts, one for each demerit. She will not be restrained during the execution of the punishment, but any resistance or attempt to avoid lashes will result in her punishment being increased.”
Mr. Barton had received this suggestion from a platinum member who had backed it up with a winning bid of $2,000.
Carl helped Eloise into a position facing the audience, with arms raised above her head. He raised a medium-sized whip and brought it down across her breasts, hitting her squarely across both nipples. She screamed and doubled up in pain.
“Miss Brown, please stay in position or we shall have to increase the punishment.”
Trembling, Eloise reassumed the position. “Whack”. This time, the whip connected with her left breast, while the tip of the whip missed her right breast, making contact with the skin immediately underneath. Again, Eloise screamed, but stayed upright.
Eloise managed to stay in position for the next eight lashes, at the end of which her breasts looked extremely sore. Carl had managed to hit her straight across both nipples at least four times, and there was one particularly ugly purple stripe there that looked like any more lashes might do some serious harm.
Mr. Barton sent a quick message to the ‘winning’ platinum donor, seated in the first row:
“We are worried her breasts cannot take any more – can you suggest an alternative that would satisfy you equally?”
The reply came straight away: “I agree. Give her the choice: take the remaining twenty on the breasts or do something humiliating and, in return, choose a different body part. I’ll feed you her instructions via text when the time comes.”
During this enforced break, the cameras had been exploring Eloise’s body. Her hands had, almost involuntarily, repeatedly sought to hide her sex and breasts, but Carl had, again and again, reminded her to keep her arms at her side.
“Miss Brown”, Mr. Barton said over the Tannoy, “we are worried that your breasts will not be able to take another twenty lashes. We are therefore prepared to give you the choice to take the remainder of your lashes on your back or your bottom, but this choice comes at a price: you will have to obey my orders for five minutes. You are here because of your disobedience, so this is somewhat fitting, don’t you think?”
Eloise thought quickly. She could not take any more lashes on her breasts. She would not be able to hold position, and would then be subjected to even harsher punishment.
So she said: “I agree.”
“Where would you like the remaining twenty lashes?”
“Ten on my back, ten on my bottom, please.”
“You’ve got yourself a deal.”
Mr. Barton was now reading the instructions the platinum donor had texted him:
“Extend your arms and turn on the spot, slowly!”
Eloise did. Her voluptuous form could now be seen from all sides: her firm, large breasts, her equally firm, equally large buttocks. She was clearly the complete package.
“Now, move right to the edge of the stage.”
Eloise complied. She was now just about a yard or so away from the masked faces of the platinum donors.
“Turn around and get down on your knees.”
Eloise now had an idea where this was heading, and she wasn’t happy about it. She did as she was told, however.
“Put your hands on your buttocks. Now lean forward and pull your buttocks apart.”
Eloise complied, keeping her head down. On no account did she want to look at the huge screen behind the stage, showing her bottom hole in detailed Ultra-HD. Her face was crimson, tears were dropping on the linoleum floor of the stage.
The audience was, for some reason, eerily silent. It was as if the students realized that this was not just ‘normal’ punishment, but that one of theirs was paraded for the benefit of those masked people in the first row, sexual perverts, able to buy what they wanted to see. The students felt a certain solidarity with Eloise, a ‘there but for the grace of God go I’ feeling. Nonetheless, there were certainly well over two hundred erections in the room at this point.
Mr. Barton had stayed silent for about two minutes, giving the camera an opportunity to home in on Eloise’s sphincter, but also to wander down to show a close-up of her hairless pussy lips, also slightly spread and glistening. Then Mr. Barton came back on the Tannoy:
“Thank you, Miss Brown. You may now get up, sit on the chair next to you, spread your legs and, using your fingers, pull you labia apart.”
Eloise had not noticed that Carl had quietly placed a chair next to her, right on the edge of the stage. She sighed, sat down, spread her legs and pulled her pussy lips apart as instructed.
After two minutes of hushed silence, Mr. Barton told her to get up and get on all fours. Carl reappeared, holding the whip.
“There are ten strokes on her bottom and ten strokes on her back to go. The audience please count each stroke, starting at one.”
The pain that Eloise experienced over the next ten minutes or so took her mind off her utter humiliation. The students were counting, with renewed enthusiasm.
And then it was over. Eloise was told to return to her seat, naked as she was, sitting next to Andrew, who thought that it would now be his turn. This was a problem, as his penis was rock solid. He wondered what indignities and embarrassments he would have to endure.
“Miss Koenig, please get up and move to the center of the stage. You are to be punished for inappropriate and lewd comments in class.”
Andrew breathed a sigh of relief as Ibby was making her way to the front of the stage. He closed his eyes and thought of his unsexy things, hoping to force his erection down before his turn to be punished came.
To be continued …
The ‘Friends of Millennium High’ (‘FoMH’) was the fundraising organization of the school. Its chairman was Mr. Witner. The FoMH had hitherto confined themselves to cake sales and Christmas Bazaars to help raise money for the school, but when young Kevin Witner told his father all about the September punishment assembly over dinner, the latter immediately appreciated the fund-raising potential of Mr. Barton’s latest innovation. He also saw a chance of being able to attend one of the punishment assemblies himself – just thinking about 16 to 18 year old girls being punished in the nude and in public got him so hard that he was unable to get up from the dinner table.
He took the idea to the other committee members and got a majority of them to go along with it – he then took it to Mr. Barton to see what he thought. Mr. Barton was enthusiastic, but he had a couple of concerns. First, he thought it was important that all pupils should continue to attend punishment assemblies. In other words, no more than fifty tickets would be available to the public, as the theatre would exceed its capacity if any more were sold. Second, he thought that it would be useful to move assemblies to the afternoon – this would make it more likely that members of the public would part with their hard-earned cash in order to attend. He finally added his own idea that gold and platinum donors should be allowed to participate, for example by administering the prescribed punishment or by having a say in what punishments were to be inflicted. Some offenders, Mr. Barton thought, might be punished ‘in private’, as it were, that is, just in front of paying guests or gold and platinum donors.
“I am going to have a chat with our ICT teacher – the senior ICT class might be able to devise an app that will allow me to communicate securely and anonymously with gold and platinum donors while the session is actually going on. Leave it with me. I like it!”
Two weeks later, advertisements were placed in the local dailies, and one of these advertisements, as we know, was seen by Rebecca’s attorney mother. It did not help that Rebecca’s face was on the advertisement, along with the promise that she would be featured again at the October punishment assembly. Rebecca’s Mom immediately made an appointment with Mr. Barton. While she had been up-beat when discussing things with Rebecca, she was conscious of the fact that, short of challenging the President’s executive order, there was very little by way of legal recourse open to her. Still, she thought she might threaten Mr. Barton, looking confident, and hope for the best.
Unfortunately for her, and Rebecca, Mr. Barton had been dealing with lawyers all his life, and he knew of the strength of his position. Still, he did not really want to spend any time, money and effort on court proceedings, so he turned on his charm and tried his best to get Mrs. Ward to agree to an arrangement that all parties could live with.
“Look, Mrs. Ward, you must agree that your daughter having sex with a teacher during the school day merited punishment.”
“It is fortunate that you mention this, Mr. Barton: I am still waiting to learn what is to happen to Mr. Warner. As you know, he threatened my daughter with many, many demerits, and basically blackmailed her into sex.”
“The correct course of action would have been to report this to me, rather than giving in. And I was there, she did not seem reluctant at all, if you ask me. And clearly losing her virginity before she is eighteen is not something this school can tolerate.”
“Be that as it may, Mr. Warner should be punished!”, Mrs. Ward replied.
“How about this: we will allow you to be present during the punishment assembly, say, as if you were a platinum donor. Like any platinum donor, you will be able to influence your daughter’s punishment using a new app that our ICT whizzes have devised. I will also do my best to make sure that Mr. Warner is subject to appropriate discipline. He is currently under investigation by the District School Board; but I might offer him to withdraw all charges and save his job in return for his co-operation at a private donors’ punishment session to follow on from the punishment assembly. I would invite you and your daughter to be present at that session.”
Mrs. Ward was keen to see Mr. Warner punished and agreed. Needless to say, her daughter was less than impressed when she learned that her mother had, in Rebecca’s words ‘sold her down the river’. She felt betrayed, disappointed and all-round miserable.
The fateful afternoon came. Eloise, Ibby, Rebecca and Andrew were seated on the stage while the theater slowly filled with students and members of the public (several of whom were wearing masks). Everybody knew that tickets cost $100 each, apart from tickets for gold donors ($50) and platinum donors (which were free, but then platinum donors had given at least $10,000 during the last school year).
Both Eloise and Rebecca had, of course, been naked or almost naked in front of the whole school before, and Rebecca had undergone very serious punishment the previous month. Ibby and Andrew, in contrast, had only been spectators at previous punishment assemblies; they knew what was in store for them.
In fact, they did not know. Mr. Barton had succumbed to the lure of the almighty dollar. He had struck a deal with the five platinum donors that were attending the assembly. For each student being punished, Mr. Barton would send a message with their proposed sentence to each donor’ app. They could then influence the sentence by offering money to the school – highest bidder could determine the sentence and, if he or she wanted to, execute it as well.
So Mr. Barton, in his familiar booth, was not going to mention his maxim ‘let the punishment fit the crime’ any more – he knew, that had gone out of the window, along with his other principles, such as they were.
“Miss Brown”, he now said into the microphone, “please step forward.”
Eloise got up and took a few steps forward.
“Please take off all your clothes and hand them to Carl!”
The two screens behind the stage now lit up, showing a full body shot of Eloise as well as a close-up of her face.
Eloise had expected that she would have to strip, so she tried to be as matter-of-fact about it as possible, taking off her blazer and skirt first, then her blouse. She was now clad just in bra, panties and tights. She peeled herself out of her tights and handed everything to Carl. She took a deep breath and took off her bra. Her generous, D-cup breasts were now in full view, for the first time – the last time she had been made to strip on this stage, she had been allowed to keep at least her bra on. The camera that had been on her face before now showed her breasts in close-up.
Eloise took another breath, inserted her thumbs under her waistband and slid down her panties, then handed panties and bra to Carl. She was now entirely naked, center-stage.
Platinum donors received a text from Mr. Barton, telling them that the sentence proposed by the punishment committee had been ten whiplashes on her back. They were entering their own suggestions and bids into the ‘FoMH punishment app’ on their phones, while Eloise was standing in the middle of the stage, naked, awaiting her sentence. The camera was showing her body in detail – starting with her face, then moving down to her breasts, her taut stomach, finally homing in on her hairless crotch.
After about five minutes of this, Mr. Barton’s voice came over the Tannoy again: “The punishment for Miss Brown shall be thirty whiplashes on her breasts, one for each demerit. She will not be restrained during the execution of the punishment, but any resistance or attempt to avoid lashes will result in her punishment being increased.”
Mr. Barton had received this suggestion from a platinum member who had backed it up with a winning bid of $2,000.
Carl helped Eloise into a position facing the audience, with arms raised above her head. He raised a medium-sized whip and brought it down across her breasts, hitting her squarely across both nipples. She screamed and doubled up in pain.
“Miss Brown, please stay in position or we shall have to increase the punishment.”
Trembling, Eloise reassumed the position. “Whack”. This time, the whip connected with her left breast, while the tip of the whip missed her right breast, making contact with the skin immediately underneath. Again, Eloise screamed, but stayed upright.
Eloise managed to stay in position for the next eight lashes, at the end of which her breasts looked extremely sore. Carl had managed to hit her straight across both nipples at least four times, and there was one particularly ugly purple stripe there that looked like any more lashes might do some serious harm.
Mr. Barton sent a quick message to the ‘winning’ platinum donor, seated in the first row:
“We are worried her breasts cannot take any more – can you suggest an alternative that would satisfy you equally?”
The reply came straight away: “I agree. Give her the choice: take the remaining twenty on the breasts or do something humiliating and, in return, choose a different body part. I’ll feed you her instructions via text when the time comes.”
During this enforced break, the cameras had been exploring Eloise’s body. Her hands had, almost involuntarily, repeatedly sought to hide her sex and breasts, but Carl had, again and again, reminded her to keep her arms at her side.
“Miss Brown”, Mr. Barton said over the Tannoy, “we are worried that your breasts will not be able to take another twenty lashes. We are therefore prepared to give you the choice to take the remainder of your lashes on your back or your bottom, but this choice comes at a price: you will have to obey my orders for five minutes. You are here because of your disobedience, so this is somewhat fitting, don’t you think?”
Eloise thought quickly. She could not take any more lashes on her breasts. She would not be able to hold position, and would then be subjected to even harsher punishment.
So she said: “I agree.”
“Where would you like the remaining twenty lashes?”
“Ten on my back, ten on my bottom, please.”
“You’ve got yourself a deal.”
Mr. Barton was now reading the instructions the platinum donor had texted him:
“Extend your arms and turn on the spot, slowly!”
Eloise did. Her voluptuous form could now be seen from all sides: her firm, large breasts, her equally firm, equally large buttocks. She was clearly the complete package.
“Now, move right to the edge of the stage.”
Eloise complied. She was now just about a yard or so away from the masked faces of the platinum donors.
“Turn around and get down on your knees.”
Eloise now had an idea where this was heading, and she wasn’t happy about it. She did as she was told, however.
“Put your hands on your buttocks. Now lean forward and pull your buttocks apart.”
Eloise complied, keeping her head down. On no account did she want to look at the huge screen behind the stage, showing her bottom hole in detailed Ultra-HD. Her face was crimson, tears were dropping on the linoleum floor of the stage.
The audience was, for some reason, eerily silent. It was as if the students realized that this was not just ‘normal’ punishment, but that one of theirs was paraded for the benefit of those masked people in the first row, sexual perverts, able to buy what they wanted to see. The students felt a certain solidarity with Eloise, a ‘there but for the grace of God go I’ feeling. Nonetheless, there were certainly well over two hundred erections in the room at this point.
Mr. Barton had stayed silent for about two minutes, giving the camera an opportunity to home in on Eloise’s sphincter, but also to wander down to show a close-up of her hairless pussy lips, also slightly spread and glistening. Then Mr. Barton came back on the Tannoy:
“Thank you, Miss Brown. You may now get up, sit on the chair next to you, spread your legs and, using your fingers, pull you labia apart.”
Eloise had not noticed that Carl had quietly placed a chair next to her, right on the edge of the stage. She sighed, sat down, spread her legs and pulled her pussy lips apart as instructed.
After two minutes of hushed silence, Mr. Barton told her to get up and get on all fours. Carl reappeared, holding the whip.
“There are ten strokes on her bottom and ten strokes on her back to go. The audience please count each stroke, starting at one.”
The pain that Eloise experienced over the next ten minutes or so took her mind off her utter humiliation. The students were counting, with renewed enthusiasm.
And then it was over. Eloise was told to return to her seat, naked as she was, sitting next to Andrew, who thought that it would now be his turn. This was a problem, as his penis was rock solid. He wondered what indignities and embarrassments he would have to endure.
“Miss Koenig, please get up and move to the center of the stage. You are to be punished for inappropriate and lewd comments in class.”
Andrew breathed a sigh of relief as Ibby was making her way to the front of the stage. He closed his eyes and thought of his unsexy things, hoping to force his erection down before his turn to be punished came.
To be continued …
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