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Christine's Price to be Paid

By

Silence

Christine was taking her time packing her bag after cheerleader practice.She was in a singularly foul mood on a day that should have been one to savorfor years to come. It was the first day of practice and that meant both thatit was a relatively light day, and that the captain of the squad had been elected.As her luck would have it, she had become that captain, a fitting way for herto enter her fourth year of cheering. Seventeen, blonde hair and blue eyes,Christine maintained her athletic form year round in order to perform the difficultgymnastic moves that cheering demanded. Fit, ambitious and at the head of thesquad she felt happiness.

However, she knew that the day would be broughtlow soon enough. Her cheerleading coach was also her history teacher, a usuallyreserved and private woman the students knew as Ms. Whelan. Christine had takenthe first test in American History earlier that day and knew that she had donevery poorly. Ms. Whelan's teaching style was somber and monotone and her lecturesdid not lend themselves to memory. When Ms. Whelan had asked her to meet herin the administrator's office after she showered and changed, Christine knewshe was going to face the consequences of that test.

After long minutes she stood, wearing the pleatedskirt and white top she had come to school in, her practice clothes well packedaway in her bag. She hefted the bag and made the long walk down the corridorfrom the gym to the group of offices at the front of the school that housedall the people involved in administrative duties. The secretary behind herlarge oaken desk rivaled the massive expanse of wood both for being the largestthing in the room and the most unyielding. Nobody much liked Mrs. Rath andit was thought that the phonetic pronunciation of her name was quite appropriatefor the way the heavyset woman treated all who came before her.

"What are you still doing here?" Thick and wrinkledeyelids closed over her dim eyes, opening with a slow contempt for what shesaw as a stupid, perky young teenager who was present in her domain long pasther welcome.

"I… Ms. Whelan wanted me to come and talkto her and Mr. Starkov when practice was over." Christine had stammered atfirst, but managed to complete the sentence with a degree of confidence. Allit would be was just a little lecture, right?

"I see… " The old woman allowed the wordsto slowly crawl from her as if they were a judgment all their own. "Go righton in. Mr. Starkov told me he was expecting you."

Christine wordlessly walked past the desk and knockedon the door to Mr. Starkov's office before entering. She closed the door behindher, the silent hinges and quiet click of the door shutting behind her didnothing to cover the pounding sound of her racing heart, though nobody elsecould hear it. She set her bag next to the door and stepped into the room whereMr. Starkov sat behind his desk, a brutish black metal construction that wasrumored to have been his during he very first teaching job and he had takenthe cheap thing with him to all his future jobs for "luck". The plush chairhe sat in was more fitting his status in the school with its high back andexceedingly comfortable lumbar support. He was a broad man, angular in featureand build as his heritage dictated. Born in America of Russian parents he wasfluent in both languages, but spoke English with a graceful and educated cadencewithout a trace of an accent.

"Welcome Christine. Ms. Whelan and I were justtalking about you. Congratulations on your achievement today. Ms. Whelan tellsme that the other girls are ecstatic to have you as their new captain. It isa position full of responsibility, as I am sure you well know. Please, sitdown…" He indicated an empty chair opposite the desk.

Next to it sat another, occupied by Ms. Whelanwho watched Christine with half-lidded eyes and intertwined fingers. Her owndark hair was down from the normal bun she wore during class and the slightlymore relaxed ponytail she sported during cheer practice. She had a curioussmile on her face, but said nothing as Christine sat and turned her attentionback toward Mr. Starkov.

"Christine, Ms. Whelan has brought to my attentionthe test that you took today. She knew that you were in the running for thecheer captain and she graded your test immediately in order to ensure thatyou would meet certain academic requirements. Alas, you failed the test andwith the other problems that you have had in Ms. Whelan's class, that bringsyour grade all the way down to a D and I am afraid that that leaves us in acurious situation. While you are doing an average job or better in your otherclasses, a D is below the standards we want for any of the athletes in ourschool, including any cheerleaders and especially the captain of the squad."

Christine looked down at her lap and with one handsmoothed a wrinkle from her skirt while she thought about what he had saidand what she should say in return. If she were dropped from the lead of thesquad it would be disgraceful. Worse, she might be removed from cheerleadingall together and that was a thought that shocked her. It would be humiliatingand would ruin what status she maintained among the various social cliquesthat were important to many a teenager.

Mr. Starkov and Ms. Whelan exchanged a look whileChristine was otherwise distracted in the thoughts of her impending loss ofstatus. The sly smile on Ms. Whelan's face grew and Mr. Starkov decided toprovide Christine with what in her eyes would be a path of escape. In realityit would be a comfortable noose wrapped about her neck and slowly tighteneduntil it would consume her with hardly a notice.

"Christine, we have talked about this at length.Ms. Whelan and I believe that you are going to be good for the cheer squad.You have been a diligent cheerleader for years and I would like to see youcontinue in that tradition. However, these grades cannot be completely overlooked.It is possible though that certain test results could be… delayed untilafter the season is over. It is possible even that certain grades could beimproved over time given certain circumstances. You could avoid being removedfrom the squad and with enough hard work you could even look forward to accessto scholarships from a wide choice of schools after you graduate here."

Christine looked up at the hope he was danglingbefore her. It was bait, fresh, alive and waiting for her to snatch it up.She did not see the hook wrapped in the promise of salvation and like manycreatures that had something wonderful dangled before them, she lunged forit with little thought.

"What would I have to do? I can't leave the squadnow, not right after they've elected me to lead them." She got a confirmingnod from the still silent Ms. Whelan and that made her feel better about exploringan option that a little voice in her mind called unorthodox at the least.

"Well, Christine, if we were to allow these gradesto become official then you would face humiliation by your peers and your socialstatus would be shattered. I have worked in schools long enough that I don'twant to see that happen to you if it can be avoided. However, a fit punishmentmust be found in order for Ms. Whelan and I do keep things secret until sucha time as you are no longer in danger of suffering because of them. After longdeliberation Ms. Whelan has suggested that you should still face the humiliationthat would have been brought about by your actions. However, you should facethat humiliation in a safe and secret environment. Therefore, Ms. Whelan andI will take it upon ourselves to guide you through a number of experiencesover the course of the season. These experiences will take place each and everyday after school and after practice has concluded. You will come here to myoffice and you will do everything you are told. Otherwise, it may be requiredof us to present your grades to the rest of the academic population." He concludedhis statement by leaning forward on his desk and planting her elbows there,his face closed to interpretation of his thoughts.

Christine's mind raced as she felt the very firsttug of the hook on her cheek. She knew there was danger before her and sheknew that she did not adequately recognize that danger. Her mind both triedto reason with her and to deceive her with that logic. She was going to beruined in public, or as had been offered to her she could face that ruinationin private where it would not destroy her. She nodded slowly and the hook piercedthe skin of her cheek, soon enough it would be impossible to escape.

Mr. Starkov's eyes brightened at the nod and heallowed the first smile of the evening to cross his face. "Wonderful. It growslate and I believe we all have much to do before tomorrow. Before you go though,I will offer you a taste of what you will face throughout the many coming weeks.Stand up, reach under your skirt and remove your panties."

The order was given in an even voice, as if hewas ordering a salad and wanted a particular dressing. The words shook Christineand made Ms. Whelan shift in her chair, wanting to be positioned to take particulardelight in the girl's reaction. Christine noticed the both of them watchingher and her mouth opened as if to speak while a blush flooded her cheeks. Shecould not force herself to stand nor speak as her teacher and principal watchedher.

"Christine…" It was the soft voice of Ms.Whelan loaded with a sweetness that had never been present in her lecturesor coaching sessions. It made her seem younger, friendlier and more trustworthyto the girl who was two-thirds her age. "Christine, you must listen to whatMr. Starkov tells you to do. I know you don't want to do it. You will feelexposed and humiliated and embarrassed, but isn't it better to feel that wayhere in front of us than to feel that way tomorrow in front of a thousand studentswhen you are stripped of your rank and status?"

The honey dripped from her voice the whole timeand it made the bait before Christine sweeter and made the hook easier to swallowdespite the tugging pain that was blatantly the cost now. She clenched hereyes shut and lowered her head as she stood. The skirt she wore was not dangerouslyshort, but she felt naked already before them. She lifted the edges of herskirt and reached under, trying to preserve her modesty as her finger soughtand hooked the waistband of her cotton panties. She began to pull them downand made sure the shirt fell to again cover her as she did so, not offeringmuch of a peek to either Ms. Whelan or Mr. Starkov. She had to bend to removethe white panties with their powder blue flower print from around her anklesand she knew by the creaking of Ms. Whelan's chair that she leaned back topeek at the soft flesh of her thighs that the skirt exposed. She sat again,the panties clutched in her hands.

"Give them to me." Mr. Starkov made no attemptto rise from his chair and only extended a hand, forcing Christine to standagain and reach forward to hand him her innocent looking underwear. He tookthem and stretched them between his fingers, allowing them to dangle in betweenhis hands as if being worn by an invisible woman. "Christine, these are unacceptablefrom now on. You will be allowed only to wear skirts to school and under themyou must wear thong-cut panties. Ms. Whelan and I will be checking. Now, goon home and be sure to tell your parents that you will be late from now onbecause of your new position."

Christine reached out for her panties, but Mr.Starkov folded them up and put them in his desk drawer with a raised eyebrow,waiting for her to obey. She blushed as she got the message and turned, pickingup her bag at the door.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Mr. Starkov."

Tuesday morning was bright and sunny. Birds sangoutside of Christine's window as she dressed for school. Fashion dictated thatshe not wear the same skirt as the day before, but she was reluctant to wearthe only other one she owned. She had many a nice dress to wear, but schoolwas not a place to wear her Sunday best. The other skirt was bright red andhad been purchased in order to wear to a club. It was tight and short and wouldhug her thighs and rear, but she settled upon wearing it. She also studiedcarefully her choice of underwear. She had very few thongs and if Mr. Starkovheld to his word then she would have to buy more before the week was out. Todayshe would have to wear a red thong that was more mesh and lace than actualmaterial. She dressed sullenly, wondering why the birds were so happy. Shelooked at herself in the mirror, red shirt and white top with red shoes andwhite socks to match. She sighed softly and left her room.

The day passed slowly and yet far too quickly asfar as she was concerned. She had made an effort to act normally, but she couldfeel her slightly quicker heartbeat and the shallow pace of her breathing allday long. She could not stop thinking about Mr. Starkov and, to her surprise,Ms. Whelan. By the end of the day she was so nervous that she asked Ms. Whelanif she could be excused from practice. She got a raised eyebrow and a smallsmile for her question and was told to go to Mr. Starkov's office right away.

Christine had hoped to be spared the ordeal ofthe office visit, but faced her fate while Ms. Whelan turned back to the lockerroom full of girls changing for cheerleader practice. Christine found herselfclutching her books to her chest as she walked in a daze down the hall, intothe administration wing and past Mrs. Rath as the secretary told her to goon into Mr. Starkov's office.

When she entered, Mr. Starkov sat behind his deskwearing a white shirt and blue tie. His suit jacket was across the back ofhis chair and he was working on a paper that he wrote on for a moment morebefore placing it into a folder and sliding it to the side of the desk. Helooked up at her and made a show of checking both his watch and the wall clockbefore he spoke to her.

"You are early Christine. Ms. Whelan called andtold me that you were on your way. Are you so eager to begin?" He raised aneyebrow, half expecting the girl before him to run, much to her regret as hewell knew. However, she did not and she actually nodded.

"Yes… sir. I couldn't concentrate all day.I found myself thinking, and now I'm too nervous to go cheer or anything." Christineheard herself admit that to Mr. Starkov and her stomach tightened itself downinto a little ball of energy. She was watching him, much as he watched herwith both surprise and curiosity.

"Well, you have picked a poor time to want to beearly. I have a lot of work to do and was depending on the time you would beat practice to do it. I think that you will have to sit in the corner untilI am quite done. It is unfortunate that Ms. Whelan has so much to do this eveningor I could depend on her to punish you. As it is, she will not be joining ustonight."

Mr. Starkov stood and put his suit jacket on, makinghim appear all the larger to Christine. She could only guess that he was morethan six feet tall and easily twice her weight. He moved with fluidity andgrace that surprised her as he stepped around the desk and pulled one of thechairs to the far corner of his office. He turned to her and looked her overfor a moment before crossing to his filing cabinet and unlocking a drawer.

"Remove your skirt, your shirt and shoes. Sit inthe chair." He ordered her over his shoulder as he rummaged in the drawer.

Christine heard what he said and shuddered. Shehad thought she might have to give her panties up, but had not thought aboutthe rest of her clothing.

"Mr. Starkov, I'm not wearing a bra today." Sheblushed and looked at him as he paused in his work for a moment, apparentlyin thought.

"Christine, it is not my problem or concern whatyou are wearing as long as you are without your shoes, skirt and shirt andin that chair by the time I turn around. You know what will happen if you arenot."

She did indeed know, or so she thought. She hurriedthen to obey and in moments was wearing only her panties and white socks. Shelooked at the door and saw no lock on it as she sat, praying silently thatnobody would enter. She crossed her arms across her modest breasts and waitedonly a second before Mr. Starkov turned to face her.

"Very good Christine. Now, since you have interruptedme, I must make sure you will not distract me while I work." His hands werefull, but of what she did not know as he walked past her and stood behind thechair. "Place your hands behind the chair Christine, do it now."

She heard the commanding tone in his voice andshe obeyed, albeit slowly. Her hands lingered on her breasts, covering themfor what good it would do for the moment before she reached around the broadback of the chair and held her hands there. She gasped as she felt cold steelquickly circle her wrists and she tried to pull away but found her hands attachedto one another.

"What are you..!?" her question was quickly stoppedas Mr. Starkov pressed a red rubber ball to her lips and worked it betweenher teeth before she could close them. Black leather straps quickly pulledthe ball tight to her mouth and buckled behind her head, leaving her unableto make a coherent or loud noise.

"Christine, you must not be able to distract meand this is necessary. You have agreed to your punishment, and your eagernessto get here has only made things worse for you. From now on, you will attendpractice and act perfectly normally. No one must be able to suspect that anythingunusual is happening." As he spoke he knelt behind the chair and roped thehandcuffs to the legs of the chair, holding her hands far back behind the chair.He circled before her and bound her ankles together with many twists of ropeand these he bound to the chair as well so as to hold her in place. He stoodand looked down at her, resisting the urge to caress one of her small breasts.

"Now, you need only wait an hour or so before yourpunishment begins." He turned and returned to his desk, not sparing her anotherlook as he bent to his papers, ignoring her muffled pleas as she struggledin the corner against steel and rope.

Her struggles were equally valiant and futile.Eventually she yielded to futility and sat still, adjusting herself as muchas she could to relieve small aches and pains from her immobility. The hourpassed slowly as she could do little but watch the clock and Mr. Starkov.

At long last he finished and came to stand beforeher, arms crossed and frowning. His suit jacket lay again on his chair andhe tilted his head as he unbuttoned his sleeves and rolled them up to exposethick forearms.

"Christine, I was going to be more lenient on youtoday than this. However, you have evidenced an inability to follow simpleinstructions. Perhaps this explains your poor grades, perhaps not. In any caseyou have accelerated our plans for you. I am certain that Ms. Whelan will punishyou herself tomorrow because you caused her to miss your little initiation."

Mr. Starkov returned to the filing cabinet andwhen he returned it was with a short whip made up of a dozen thick strips ofleather. "You were early and because of that you will get one lash for eachminute that you were." He followed through on what he promised, sparing herhis full strength since this was her first time. The blows fell upon her, scatteredupon her stomach, shoulders and breasts. She writhed and whimpered and complainedthrough the gag, but she had been an hour early and sixty lashes created ared web work of small welts across her body.

Mr. Starkov knew the marks would fade even beforeshe went to bed tonight, but he appreciated them all the same. Christine didnot. She continued to shift and writhe in the chair as the stings of the blowsslowly subsided. She sat there, whimpering and struggling anew as Mr. Starkovallowed her to calm herself. Eventually he knelt and untied her legs, his facenear enough to her hips that he could smell her excitement. He had been rightafter all, this one would last a long time. He continued to release her butleft the ball gag in place.

"Stand up and get dressed. Leave the gag on thetable next to the door when you leave. Tomorrow, wear no panties at all. Ms.Whelan is looking forward to your visit." With that Mr. Starkov sat again athis desk and began to work.

Christine did exactly as she was bidden, dressingand gathering her things before walking to the door and reaching up to removethe gag. She set it on the table and left without a word, her knees weak, heartracing and panties wet.

Wednesday Christine awoke early and set about gettingdressed for school with an unusual determination. She had been forced to shopthe night before and had purchased a skirt with this day in mind. It was moreconservative than she usually wore, falling past her knees and would help herfeel more comfortable as she dressed herself, leaving her panties in the drawer.

Again the day passed slowly, but she made a showof being happy and perky and normal. Even at cheerleader practice she was moreenergetic, aware that Ms. Whelan watched her every move carefully. She wasnot about to offer additional reasons for an afternoon punishment. Alreadyshe was excited, watching Ms. Whelan watch her as she pranced about and stretchedin her shorts and sports bra.

At last practice ended and the girls broke up,heading off to shower and change. Ms. Whelan called Christine aside and spoketo her as the other girls disappeared into the school.

"Christine, Mr. Starkov told me what happened yesterday.I missed your first real punishment and I'm rather upset about that. You'llhave to make it up to me. Go shower with the other girls, but don't dress yet.Meet me in my office wearing only a towel after all the other girls have gone."

"Yes Ms. Whelan."

"Christine, you may call me Miss or Mistress fromnow on when we are alone. Anything else, and you'll be breaking a rule. Understand,pet?"

"Yes…Miss." Christine blushed and turnedaway to go shower with the other girls. She was thankful that the welts hadfaded so quickly as she undressed and showered, for the first time paying attentionto the other girls. She knew now why Ms. Whelan spent so much time watchingthem shower and she started to form an idea about what would soon be in storefor her.

Christine was able to linger long enough in theshowers for all the other girls to leave before her. She dried herself andthen wrapped her body in the towel before knocking on Ms. Whelan's office doorin the locker room. She got no answer and after an additional knock she enteredof her own volition. Inside sat Ms. Whelan, not at her desk but at the lockerroom styled bench that sat before it. She was still dressed in her own workoutclothing, despite the cool air of the air-conditioned room. Christine couldfeel her nipples hardening because of the cool air, despite the towel coveringher.

"Christine, Mr. Starkov has asked me to make sureyou more fully understand what will be happening to you. Today I'm going tohave you for a very long time. I've already called your parents and told themthat you will be here for a long time with some extra practice."

Ms. Whelan stood and stretched, letting her longblack hair spill out of the ponytail she wore. Arranged on her desk were anumber of items, all of them for use on the poor high school senior that stoodbefore her. She lifted the same ball gag that Christine had worn the day beforeand tossed it to the girl.

"Put this on, drop your towel and lie on the benchon your back."

Ms. Whelan's orders were more direct and snappedthen Mr. Starkov's had been. Christine felt herself excited by the direct anddemanding nature of the order. She caught the gag and looked at her teacher/coach/mistressfor a long moment before opening her mouth and inserting the ball. The leatherstraps she reached up to pull around her head and fasten under her hair. Thetowel fell away as she did so and the cold air assaulted her as the leatherbit into her cheeks with the tightness of the gag.

Effectively muffled and nude she stepped towardthe bench and lay back on it, the worn wood smooth on her rear and back. Shewas forced to part her legs to either side of the bench and she allowed herselfa whimper as she saw Ms. Whelan take a look between her legs at her neatlytrimmed sex. She closed her eyes and settled herself onto the bench.

Because of her closed eyes she could not see Ms.Whelan lift the black leather cuffs. She opened her eyes again to the feelingof that leather around one wrist and then the other. She did not resist evenas small brass padlocks promised that the cuffs would not be removed anytimesoon. She felt her arms as they were pulled above her and the clicking of chainexplained why she could not remove her arms from their stretched position oncethey were locked to the bench above her. Ms. Whelan repeated the process withher ankles, cuffing them together under the bench so that she could not lifther legs. White nylon rope looped around each thigh and pulled her legs widelyopen with slow deliberate tugs. The same style of rope was then looped repeatedlyaround her body, holding her firmly to the bench no matter her intention tostruggle.

When it was all said and done, Christine couldhardly move and felt herself to be very exposed. Her teacher's gaze caressedher bound body shortly before her fingers did. Unlike Mr. Starkov, Ms. Whelandid not resist the temptation to touch her wherever she wanted. Christine'ssoft cheeks, her breasts, legs and even the wetness of her sex were all explored.

Ms. Whelan left the room for a brief moment andwhen she returned it was with a silver bowel she sat on the bench between Christine'slegs. Christine could not watch all that followed, but she knew soon afterMs. Whelan began that she was being shaved. She wanted to wiggle and move,but dared not because of Ms. Whelan's confident and swift strokes with therazor. For the first time, Christine was truly thankful of the rope holdingher in place. When the soft towel wiped across her pussy and both cleaned anddried her she could feel a fresh coolness around her sex. The air-conditioningin the room made her freshly shaven sex even more vulnerable.

Her eyes watched Ms. Whelan stand and set asidethe bowl and razor. "There, nice and clean. I just love a freshly shaved pussy,and soon you'll learn to love it too." Ms. Whelan knelt again at the foot ofthe bench and began to kiss her way up Christine's thighs. Eventually her lipsmet up with Christine's sex and a gentle kiss graced the excited teen. Ms.Whelan's pink tongue flickered out and expertly teased Christine until shewas pulling hard at her bonds, trying to shift herself into greater contactwith her teacher's mouth. After several minutes she was on the verge of havingan orgasm imposed upon her and her struggled showed this. Ms. Whelan pulledaway and stood, trailing fingers along that wet and unfulfilled sex.

"I'm afraid, Christine, that you don't get to cumquite yet. You have proven that you are quite willing to be our pet, aren'tyou?"

Christine nodded and whimpered through her gag.

"And you'll do anything I tell you, won't you?"

Another nod accompanied by a weak buck of her hips,her wet sex reaching out half an inch to be touched to no avail.

"And you'll let me do anything I want to you, won'tyou my pet? You love being helpless and humiliated, don't you?"

The bound girl nodded a final and enthusiastictime. It was true that the two previous nights she had stayed up late thinkingonly of a moment like this. She harbored no illusions that things for her wouldbecome much harder and more humiliating, however there was always a part ofher that had seemed to crave that. The offer from her educators only facilitatedher exploration of something she wanted in any case. Desired or not though,things were coming that would be life changing in ways she could not imagine.

Ms. Whelan stood near the bench and undressed.Her body was in great shape and being over thirty had not in any way ruinedthe youthful athleticism that had marked her life. As Christine watched andstudied she noticed that Ms. Whelan's sex was also shaved, giving her a pleasantview of it as her teacher towered over her.

"Remember how I promised that you would come toenjoy a freshly shaven pussy too?" Ms. Whelan did not wait for an answer asshe reached down and removed the gag from Christine's mouth. "Now, pet, yourmouth is only to be used for one thing, and it isn't speaking. Answer me witha nod or shake of your head." Ms. Whelan straddled her student's face, standingwell above her head. "Have you ever licked a pussy before?"

Christine shook her head, but her eyes never leftthe mesmerizing sight of her teacher's sex hovering above her. She licked herlips, panting in excitement. She watched as Ms. Whelan crouched just a little,slowly bringing those shaven lips down and eventually into contact with hermouth. Christine was surprised at first at the taste of the wetness that shenoticed upon the first kiss she applied. She almost wanted to recoil, the merethought of what she was doing making her nearly panic. She felt so dirty andused, her teacher grasping the hair of her head and slowly rubbing her pussyalong her mouth.

The bound girl found herself helpless to resistand she allowed her tongue to slip from her mouth and part the wet lips herinstructor offered her. With forceful direction from Ms. Whelan she was doingan expert beginner's job of getting her teacher off. She was rewarded quicklyenough with the feeling of Ms. Whelan clutching her face close and experiencinga loud orgasm. Christine was left wet, both between her legs and on her face.She desired what her teacher had just felt and would sell herself to feel it.

For her part, Ms. Whelan knew this of Christineand knelt down to tease the poor girl's sex. "Christine, you want to cum badly,don't you?" Ms. Whelan smiled as the girl nodded and refrained from speaking. "I'mafraid that I'll have to hurt you a little to allow you that privilege. Isthat alright with you pet, or should I leave you here while I go clean up?You may speak."

Christine whimpered loudly as Ms. Whelan's skilledfingers teased and aroused her. She knew that if she agreed that Ms. Whelanwould make her suffer dearly before allowing her an orgasm, but it would beworse to be left alone and bound, unable to cum at all. "Please…Mistress… Hurtme all you want, please just let me cum."

Ms. Whelan smiled and decided to grant the girl'srequest, but not in quite the way she might expect. She would not hurt herfirst because then she would have the orgasm to look forward to. Instead, Ms.Whelan decided to allow the girl her pleasure now and pay the price later.As Christine would soon find out, everything had a price.

The fingers between her legs continued to playwith her wet sex. Christine was pulling at her wrist cuffs, eager for the pleasurethat she felt building within her. When she at last came it was mind blowingand the energy it consumed left her surprised and a little dazed. Every musclein her body strained and pulled and after long moments of enjoying her pleasureChristine relaxed, eyes closed and head rolled to the side.

Ms. Whelan only allowed her student enough timeto rest as it took for her to gather up the items she would use for her punishment.Christine's first indication that her punishment was to begin was when Ms.Whelan's fingers began to toy with her nipples. Christine watched, enjoyingthe feeling of those fingers toying with her. Her hard nipples begged for attentionand with little warning they got what they desired, after a fashion. Smallclamps tipped with black rubber suddenly pinched those sensitive nubs of flesh,left and right. Christine's eyes opened wide, but before she could protestthose clamps tightened down and she cried out. She began to feel the pulseof her racing heart through her nipples and she whimpered loudly.

Ms. Whelan sat back and enjoyed watching the teenagerwrithe on the bench in an effort to soothe the discomfort she felt. She stoodand again placed herself between Christine's legs, holding a final clamp. Christinehad little opportunity to notice before Ms. Whelan's fingers parted her lowerlips and allowed that wicked clamp to affix to the young woman's clit. Thistime, Ms. Whelan was rewarded with a scream. While Christine wiggled and whimperedthat ball gag was placed again into the girl's mouth to quiet any future complaint.

"I'll be back in twenty minutes pet. Then you canstretch and dress for home. Mr. Starkov is eager to hear how your lesson went.You be sure to remember everything and tell him tomorrow." With that Ms. Whelanleft the room and let Christine think about what she had done.

Thursday afternoon found Christine sore and tiredand above all, excited. After practice she went quickly to Mr. Starkov's officeand found a scene that was familiar to her. Mr. Starkov and Ms. Whelan waitedfor her as they had on Monday. Christine sat in the empty chair and lookedat the two of them with demure eyes. She said nothing and folded her handsin her lap and waited to be addressed.

"Christine, Ms. Whelan has already told me whathappened yesterday afternoon. How are you feeling today?"

"I'm alright, sir. I'm a little sore, but I'venever done anything like that before." Christine spoke softly, not meetingtheir eyes as she answered.

"And did you enjoy what happened? You have beensurprisingly compliant and this has pleased both Ms. Whelan and myself." Mr.Starkov's eyes looked directly at Christine with a single blink as the onlymovement.

"Yes, sir. I have never done anything like thisbefore, but I did enjoy it. At first I was worried and scared, but I thinkI really enjoy it."

"That is good, Christine. We have a lot more plannedfor you. Stand up. Undress. It is time to continue."