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A Darker UniverseChapter 22: Thursday At School free porn video
Paul and his three slave girls walked into Mr. Burns' office. Josie was fully dressed but both girls wore skimpy, tight-fitting clothing that showed their charms very clearly. They also proudly sported new leather collars, courtesy of Mr. Wilson. They waited in the outer office until the secretary told them that Mr. Burns could see them. As they walked in, Josie was crying.
Marilyn Ternsley was kneeling on the floor, naked but for a garter belt, stockings and high heels. Her knees were spread wide, her back was straight and her breasts were thrust out. Paul took one look at her and ordered Betty and Jennifer to assume the same position. They did immediately but, dressed as they were, they couldn't match the incredibly sexy appearance of the teacher.
"Not very pleasing, are they?" asked Mr. Burns.
Paul shook his head. "They would look better dressed the way Miss Ternsley is," he replied.
"They need to be punished, then," said Mr. Burns. Paul looked at him confused. "Paul, they are slaves. They have an unwavering obligation to be pleasing at all times. It doesn't matter whether you think it's their fault or not. If they don't please you, they are to be punished. Even if they did exactly what you told them to do, if they fail to please, they are to be punished. They are slaves."
Paul nodded. "I'll take care of it later, sir."
Mr. Burns turned to the still tearful Josie. "I know you are upset because of leaving Paul." He turned to the kneeling teacher. "Miss Ternsley, I want you to explain to Josie what will happen to her." He turned back to Paul. "Paul, I am helping you learn how to handle your slaves. You are doing well. Take them to class now and Miss Ternsley will help Josie and get her squared away. And don't forget what I told you."
Paul motioned to Jennifer and Betty and the three of them went out and headed for their first class of the day.
Miss Ternsley stood up and walked over to Josie. "Kneel like I was just doing." Josie took a place beside the desk. "Josie we have found you a Master. He is new in town and today is his first day here. He has no experience but we have made arrangements for Paul to tutor him."
Josie looked up at Miss Ternsley with tears streaming down her face. "But I want Paul to be my Master."
"Well that is not going to happen. Now dry your eyes, you don't want to be an embarrassment to your Master, do you?" Miss Ternsley walked over to the door and motioned the young man into the office.
"John, this is Josie your new slave."
John stood there looking at Josie kneeling before him and then looked at Mr. Burns and Miss Ternsley, "I am not sure what to do."
Mr. Burns came around to the front of the desk and handed John a paddle. "Spank her."
John took the paddle and sat down on the chair. "Josie come here." Josie walked over and stood before him. He sat back in the chair and Josie positioned herself over his knees. The first blow was soft and unsure.
"John if you don't spank her sufficiently, she will be spanked at the assembly in front of the entire school."
John was still unsure but he was sure being spanked in front of the entire school was not something Josie wanted so he began again. This time the paddle hit its mark hard. Josie cried out. John continued and, with each blow, he gained confidence. He would be a natural Master.
In very little time, Josie was crying and begging for it to stop. "Please Master, please stop."
When Josie's bottom was a nice shade of red, he stopped. He stood up nearly dropping Josie to the floor. "Come along, we are going to be late for class." John walked out with Josie following close behind.
"He is a natural, they will be fine," said Mr. Burns. "Miss Ternsley, it seems that little scene has caused a problem for me. See what you can do about will you?"
Miss Ternsley knelt in front of Mr. Burns as he sat in his chair. She began to unzip his pants and soon his problem was resolved.
With their schedule, the first class of the day was math with Mrs. Brooks. As they walked in, they were all surprised to see that the teacher was dressed much as the girls were. There was some buzzing in the classroom until Mrs. Brooks said, "Quiet down, children. As you can see, I am dressed a bit more..." She hesitated and then continued, "casually. Mr. Brooks decided that with the changes in the school, it would be a good idea for me to set an example for you.
"Now, this does not mean I will not use discipline as needed. So you will pay attention and we will continue. And boys," she added. "I am NOT a student so keep that in mind. You will be properly respectful to me. Is that understood?"
In the age-old ritual, the class knew to say in unison, "Yes, Mrs. Brooks."
"Good." She turned to the board to start writing the lesson and the class could clearly see the fading lines on her bare bottom where she had been spanked with something that left bruises.
She proceeded on a lesson on the volume of a cone and couldn't resist calling Betty up to the front of the room to show off her breasts as examples of the cone shape. She handled them gently and observed Betty's nipples getting hard as she responded to the fondling. Betty got embarrassed and tried to go back to her seat.
"Betty will now hand out the homework assignments and as she passes by take a closer look at the shape as we discussed." Betty blushed and began to pass out the worksheets Mrs. Brooks handed her. As she walked past, some of the boys reached out and touched her breasts. She painfully looked at Paul for help. She saw him nod her on. Suddenly she was angry. How could he allow his slave to be fondled by the other boys? She would talk to him the first chance she got outside of class. Jennifer had caught the look between the two. She smiled inwardly and thought, Oh my dear sister you still have to learn that lesson. Paul is Master and it is what he wants that matters.
Paul saw Betty frown and flush. She was angry. She didn't understand that she was a slave now and belonged to him. He raised his hand. When the teacher called on him, he said, "Mrs. Brooks, I know this isn't directly related but it's obvious that Betty has a problem with this."
Betty sighed in relief. At last she was to be rescued.
"She belongs to me. I want her to understand that. I know there is normally a limited touch policy but could I waive it for the rest of the class? I would like each of my fellow Masters," The teacher smiled at this. "to have a chance to feel her as they wish."
The color drained from Betty's face but Jennifer smiled. She thought to herself, serves you right.
Mrs. Brooks replied, "I understand completely, Paul. I will give permission for that but if you will allow me, I would like to send her around with a hot bottom. May I spank your slave?"
"Of course, ma'am. Please do."
The teacher turned to Betty. "Remove your panties so your bottom is completely bare. Then come over here for your spanking."
Betty was so outraged that she started to cry.
Betty moved slowly to the front of the class room where Mrs. Brooks was standing. She had Betty lean over the front of her desk so the entire class could have a good view. As Betty grabbed the corners of the desk, the paddle came down hard on her bare bottom. She cried out as the first one struck hard. Mrs. Brooks was relentless in turning Betty's bottom pink and then fiery red. Soon Betty was crying and moving her ass away, fruitlessly trying to evade the blows. Mrs. Brooks stopped for a moment. "Paul, come up here and control your slave."
Paul moved swiftly to the desk and took hold of Betty, holding her in place so she was unable to move and the spanking resumed. He whispered in Betty's ear, "You have embarrassed me, slave, and I will remember this."
Mrs., Brooks finally stopped. Paul let Betty stand up and her hands flew to her blazing rear and rubbed frantically. Paul then told her to go around the classroom and let the students feel her any way they wanted. She started to protest but she looked at Paul and meekly turned around.
Betty walked over to the first row of the students and stopped in front of one of the boys who eagerly began to fondle her. He almost immediately slipped a finger into her pussy causing her to moan and wriggle. The girl sitting on the other side of the aisle reached out, too, to rub her blazing ass. One of the other students, behind her, stood up and began to feel her back. Soon other students began to touch her as well.
With her bottom still on fire, all the sensuous hands were enflaming her. She began to breathe faster and Paul saw how aroused she was getting. He wondered what she was thinking.
The bell rang to signal the end of class and the students began to make their way to the next class. Paul made his way to Betty and put an arm around her. She leaned into Him and looked into his eyes. Her breathing was slowing and she shivered a bit. Paul looked directly into her eyes.
"Betty you are not finished yet. This is only the beginning of your punishment. It is very serious to question your Master."
Jennifer walked up and Paul led them to the next class. Betty's thoughts were filled with worry, what could possibly be worse than what had just happened? What did Paul have in mind?
Jennifer grabbed Betty's arm as they walked down the hall and whispered, "You are in big trouble."
Betty looked at her with tears in her eyes. "What is Master going to do to me?"
"I don't know by you should know better than to question him."
"I know," Betty replied forlornly. "I just did it without thinking. Do you think he will get rid of me?"
That hadn't occurred to Jennifer and she thought about it for a minute. "We are a family," she said firmly and, as she said it, both girls realized it was so. "My father says family is where when you knock on the door, they have to let you in. I think Paul will do something but he won't get rid of you."
Betty felt better as they walked into their next class which was art, today. Their teacher was Mr. Davidson. After the class settled down, he explained that he wanted to address all the changes that were occurring and the way they were expressed in art.
"Boys and girls, as an exercise, today we are going to do some presentations of living art. I am going to ask all of you to help me out. Each of you will take a turn setting up a scene. You can use any of your classmates and anything in the room. I want you to pose people, if you use them, and any inanimate objects in a scene or arrangement that to you best expresses the concept of love. It doesn't have to even have people in it but it can. And it can move or be still but nothing can move for more than a total of 30 seconds to give everyone a chance to do theirs.
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