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 {ASS} Artist's Reluctant Model {ShellyR} (MFf spank exhib mast medical mc)
Author: ShellyR
Title: Artist's Reluctant Model
Summary: Lisa Mansfield returns from a visit to her parents, where she
underwent extensive
training to curb her base sexual desires.  Now she has to endure the

attentions of the cruel, lesbian art teacher.  Keywords: MFf, spank, exhib,
mast, medical, mc

   ARM Artist's Reluctant Model

   Part 3 of the adventures of a PE teacher at Lawnswood School for Girls,
a private, very exclusive boarding establishment for young ladies from
wealthy families to be properly trained and educated.  Lisa Mansfield
decided she'd return to her parents for the Easter Bank Holiday weekend,
having decided to effectively delegate full authority to her father in
curbing her outrageous sexual desires.  Agreeing with his daughter's
suggestion to seek medical help he'd handed the girl over to the family
doctor, Brian Weston, who took complete licence to abuse this patient,
physically and mentally.

   Arriving back at school Miss Mansfield just wanted a few days for quiet
relaxation before next term started, but everything flooded back when the
secretary called her into reception as soon as she closed the front door.
There was a package waiting there for her, quite plainly marked as
"Gynaecological Equipment - from Dr Brian Weston", and when the secretary
asked if Miss Mansfield was ill, she tried to avoid getting drawn into this
personal discussion, saying that her doctor was handling matters.  Refusing
to be easily deflected, the secretary, Miss Caroline James suggested
aromatherapy perhaps might help, since most problems were stress related,
offering to visit the PE teacher sometime.  Despite her unwillingness to
allow this unwanted intrusion, Lisa felt her resistance just drain away as
Miss James insisted it was no trouble.  Dr Weston's compelling training
rendered the teacher unable to refuse any positive order that was given
her, and Caroline James was quite persistent.  Just bowing her head, Miss
Mansfield mumbled quiet assent, grabbed her confidential package, and fled
to the warm safety of her bedroom.  Locking the door shut behind her, Lisa
unpacked her luggage first before removing her outer clothing, leaving only
her fancy undies for covering while she unwrapped her parcel.  There was a
detailed instruction sheet for using all the equipment, not only itemising
how it was to be used, but also when and how often.  The nurse had popped a
little note inside as well, telling Lisa to ensure these instruments were
stored properly, most of the gadgets would stack inside her small wardrobe,
out of sight.  However, the metal power dildo had to be left on display,
along with the plastic bladder dilator and a pair of nipple clamps.  These
objects would doubtless be the cause of various comments from anyone who
visited Lisa's bedroom, which the nurse expected to result in difficult
situations during these coming weeks.  Having tidied everything away, Miss
Mansfield slipped into a loose dress and went down the corridor to the art
teacher's bedroom, having been told to report there when she came back from
her parents.  Miss Francoise Bonarius had explained that she very much
wanted Lisa to model for a special project she was now doing.  The usual
model's contract conditions would be replaced by special requirements in
this rather peculiar situation.  Basically, instead of defined hours, and a
list of poses the model would be put into for each session, this
arrangement would entail having Lisa behave exactly as she was told, for as
long as the art teacher required her.  Taking the teacher's towel from her
in the washroom before she left, Miss Bonarius had sent her back to her
bedroom, making her walk along the corridor totally naked.  Terrified by
what this obviously lesbian colleague might make her submit to, Lisa
timidly knocked on Francoise's door, waiting with trembling hands for the
summons to enter.  When the artist came to the door, this relationship
began just as the PE teacher expected, with a reminder that she'd been nude
when dismissed last time, and instructions to come back after removing all
her clothes.  Shamed at being ordered to get totally disrobed this way,
Lisa nevertheless went back to her room, stripped fully naked, then walked
down the corridor again to Francoise's room.  Invited in this time, Lisa
had to stand by the bottom of the art teacher's neat bed while she'd
finished writing her diary, so she looked around at all the pictures
hanging on the walls.  All these paintings, done in watercolours, oils, and
pencil, appeared fairly normal representations of young ladies, but every
subject had her clothes in disarray, and most of their underwear was
missing.  Breasts and vulva were displayed in every picture, and careful
study of their surroundings showed bondage equipment, or sex toys,
scattered all around the background.  Overall these illustrations were
depicted quite erotically for such young subjects, some of whom seemed to
be only nine years old or thereabouts, but then Miss Mansfield recognised
that these models were all students in the school.  Miss Bonarius asked
Lisa to step forward now, stroking her thighs as she complimented the woman
on her depilated vulva, telling her to spread both feet wide apart. 
Rubbing her hand across this enticing flesh, and slipping fingers along the
damp slit, then right into her dripping vagina, Francoise detailed her
plans for Miss Mansfield.  She needed young girls for most of the portraits
she drew on a more regular basis, but she was also illustrating a novel
with a more mature woman taking the role of heroine.  Lisa Mansfield would
be ideal for that model since she was acquiescent enough to portray a
bondage victim with just the right amount of eloquence.  In addition, their
senior art students needed a fresh subject to inspire them once more.  So
far they'd used first and second formers for life drawing, making the
youngsters strip naked, then pose for hours in strained postures. 
Sometimes they conscripted a more compliant senior pupil, putting her
through even more rigorous positions than the young girls had to suffer,
but they really needed the maturity of a grown woman's figure for contrast.
Lisa was made to perform a strenuous routine of exercises to demonstrate
her suppleness, and to show off every inch of her exposed nudity, with
Francoise taking special interest in the recently transformed inner vulva.
Miss Mansfield was leaned along the dressing table, with her head touching
her ankle in a callous split that was almost tearing her in half.  Holding
that position while Miss Bonarius inspected the smooth flesh minutely,
fondling every inch, while her subject explained what the family doctor had
done to her, Lisa gasped at each touch against her exposed clit.  Smacking
the woman's bottom firmly, Francoise allowed her to walk around her
bedroom, easing out the kinks, while she directed Lisa to allow two full
afternoon sessions a week in her timetable for the art class life drawing,
and an entire evening for special students.  Handing Miss Mansfield her
towel from before the Easter holidays, the art teacher dismissed Lisa,
sending her back to her room with her nakedness still on display, stopping
the teacher just before reaching her door with a caution.  Calling right
down the corridor as one of the other teachers came round the corner,
Francoise put authority in her voice as she warned Lisa not to masturbate
every night this term, or she'd be in trouble.  Shame raced through her
entire body as the lady who taught mathematics gripped her bottom saying
she ought to be spanked if that's what she did, then she slapped Lisa's
cheeks as she retreated into her bedroom.  Throwing herself onto the bed
Lisa sobbed in despair at this predicament, thinking that soon everyone in
the school would know her personal business.  Pulling herself together,
Miss Mansfield decided to continue with her work, since worrying over
things outside of her control would cause unnecessary distress.  Remaining
naked, she sat at her small desk planning her timetable, obediently keeping
open those sessions Miss Bonarius had asked for, her mind drifting to how
she'd cope.  Things settled into their usual routine over the next seven
days, gym and dancing lessons being interspersed with extremely distracting
lapses into wild, erotic daydreams which became increasingly lecherous. 
While Miss Mansfield was able to conceal the crashing orgasms flooding her
helpless body, the physical consequences grew more obvious in wet patches
staining her leotard, causing giggles from her observant young pupils. 
Lisa's acute training proceeded under the sub-conscious domination
implanted by Brian Weston, as she applied the electric dildo to her
cringing figure, and inserted the bladder plug every night before she
retired.  Sometimes, when she woke in the morning after a good night's
sleep, Miss Mansfield was bursting for a wee before doing anything else,
but now she was compelled to re-cycle her own copious maiden's water.  Most
nights were spent naked, especially since Dr Weston's nurse had restricted
how often she'd be allowed to wear a nightie, and immediately on waking,
Lisa would position a large glass jar between her thighs.  Kneeling on her
bed, in the nude so she could easily watch her reflection, Miss Mansfield
had to carefully extract the wide catheter that was plugging her tiny
urethra.  Several swellings along the shaft caused severe distress as they
dilated this narrow passage, then the furthest protrusion stretched the
neck of the teacher's bladder as it was dragged out using a sudden pull. 
Lisa always thought her insides were getting ripped to pieces when she did
this, but she daren't disobey these detailed instructions supplied by the
nurse.  Withdrawing the wide shaft of the stopper down her narrow
passageway was agony because it abraded those very delicate tissues, then
her strong, hot urine burned the damaged lining.  Finally, with her small
bladder almost bursting from the delay, Lisa manoeuvred that cruel
fastening out of her tiny wee hole, gushing warm piss into the waiting jug.
Certain days had been designated where the teacher had to curtail the full
flow of her initial relief, replace the stopper into her bladder
temporarily, then continue after she'd washed her face.  These were
horrible ordeals, since not only was Lisa still dying for a wee, but the
long trip down to the washrooms had to be made while still entirely nude.
Once, Lisa had met the history teacher when walking down the corridor, and
the lady had slapped her bare bottom as they passed.  When she'd finally
drained her bladder for the first time that day, Miss Mansfield next had to
drink all the container of warm urine, nearly gagging while she swallowed
every drop of her own maiden's water.  Sometimes there was almost a pint of
amber fluid for her to consume, swelling her belly with filthy waste water,
and leaving an acrid taste that lasted all morning.  When the weekend
arrived, Miss Mansfield decided to treat herself with a restaurant meal, as
a reward for good behaviour, according to the checklist supplied by Dr
Weston's nurse.  Dressing in suave, fashionable clothes, Lisa enjoyed a
lovely evening at a luxurious hotel in town, even indulging in a full
bottle of white wine with her meal.  Having finished coffee, the bill
almost presented bleak problems for her, coming to far more than she'd
anticipated, with the added difficulty that she had forgotten all her
credit cards.  Carefully searching her tiny handbag, Lisa just managed to
scrape enough cash to settle her bill, dreading having to wash up dishes
all night in this massive place.  The problem left now though, was getting
back to the school, since she'd nothing for the taxi that she had planned
to get, not even any bus fare left.  Starting down the road, Miss Mansfield
set off to walk home, a distance of four miles from the city, nothing for a
robust PE teacher like herself to cope with, even though her head was muzzy
from the white wine, and she was wearing high heels.

   About halfway home, the drink began to have its secondary effect, not
only was the teacher light headed, her bladder began filling as it
processed all the wine she'd consumed.  Squeezing her thighs tightly
together helped ease the craving for release, though her high heels made
walking somewhat difficult in this stance.  Fortunately there were public
toilets a little further along the road, placed discretely in a stand of
trees, and Miss Mansfield hurried towards their welcome lights.  Habit, and
decorum, made her use the ladies convenience, but as soon as she entered,
Dr Weston's established subconscious controls forced her to go next door,
into the gents.  Carefully she crept inside, knowing this was wrong, and
dangerous for a young lady on her own, but she seemed powerless to resist,
even when finding both cubicles occupied.  Moving from right foot to left
foot, and pressing her hands into her tummy, Lisa watched a cubicle door
open, then a man step forward holding an erection.  Ignoring his shameful
display of manhood, this woman desperately asked permission to have a wee,
before she wet herself, agreeing reluctantly to his demand that he check
her urgency for himself.  Lifting her skirt, Miss Mansfield allowed this
total stranger to feel the crotch of her panties, which he found were
rather moist, cringing with shame when he eased them down to her stocking
tops.  Saying he needed to inspect her pussy slit, and complimenting the
attractive lines of Lisa's bald pubis, the man delved between her thighs,
which he made her spread wide open.  Keeping her legs open like this made
it very difficult for the poor teacher to restrain her pulsating bladder,
and the man could feel warm urine dripping onto his hand.  Miss Mansfield
was relieved to receive permission to finally have a wee, but the man
instructed her to fully remove her frilly panties, then piss up against the
wall of the urinals.  Gentlemen didn't use the cubicles for peeing, and
neither would ladies be allowed to, so Lisa had to squat slightly, pull her
damp sex petals upward and outward, then release the powerful jet of amber
fluid against the tiled wall.  Watching a good looking woman using the
urinals so blatantly really turned this man on, and he stood beside her,
rubbing his solid erection against her velvety thighs until he ejaculated
all over her depilated pubis.  Although she'd not finished emptying her
bladder, Lisa was ordered to bridle the flow of urine for a while, then
handed her panties, after the man had wiped his semen covered prick across
the gusset.  Sliding that delicate garment up her legs, Miss Mansfield
cringed as the dirty cotton lining pressed against her labia, soaking up
the hot spunk that had dribbled from her pubic mound.  Having used her like
some street slut, the man turned and left, but the other cubicle door
opened now, revealing another grinning man, completely naked with a massive
erection sticking out of his groin.  Lisa obediently put her bottom against
the sink, spread her thighs, and lifted up her skirt so the man could see
her pantie covered crotch, then pulled her wet knickers to one side. 
Helplessly offered for his pleasure in this position, Miss Mansfield
battled between her disgust over being so blatantly wanton, and the intense
sexual pleasure inside her cunny.  Ripping her panties aside, the man
thrust his hot cock deep into her body, fucking her harder while he opened
her front fastening dress, popping the buttons off in his haste. 
Unclipping the woman's bra, he savaged her firm breasts with hands and
teeth during his rising passion, twisting the globes savagely as orgasm
swept through his loins.  Despite being manhandled so heartlessly, Lisa was
so sexually aware, that every jet of spunk scorched along her vaginal
sheath, pushing her own climax to its relentless peak.

   During the next two hours a steady stream of unknown men entered this
public toilet, and every one took advantage of Lisa's placid acceptance of
their cruel treatment of her.  It was well after midnight when things
quietened down, and Miss Mansfield struggled to untie both wrists from
where they'd been bound to the cistern above her head with her own bra. 
She was sat astride the toilet pan, nearly naked, drenched in thick spunk,
and covered with bites, scratches and bruises.  Nothing she could do would
unfasten her bra from the water pipe, it was solidly tied in place, her
lovely knickers had been literally ripped to shreds, and someone had thrown
her dress in the gutter of the urinal.  Fishing it out, she rinsed the
acrid piss stained garment under a tap, wrung it out, then used the wet
material to cover most of her body, with some degree of modesty.  Fastening
up the only two buttons left in place secured the dress reasonably well,
but cool night air still blew across most places that it shouldn't.  A slit
along the back seam exposed those lower curves of Lisa's bottom, while a
matching tear at the front gaped open along one side of her crotch, showing
off her hairless pubis.  Walking home down a public road was most
distressing for the poor teacher as she struggled to keep closed all those
revealing gaps around her clothing, fighting to preserve some level of
decency.  Finally giving up this losing battle, Miss Mansfield allowed both
breasts to push through the torn bodice of her dress, feeling the nipples
harden in the cool breeze.  Every waft of night air across her hot vulva
sent streaks of irresistible passion through her damp cunny, and deep into
her tortuously repressed imagination.  Reaching the quiet safety of the
school at last, Lisa could actually hear squelching noises coming from
between her thighs with every step she took.  Showering was a luxury denied
herself, as this filthy little slut stripped off her disgusting dress,
suspenders, and torn stockings leaving just naked flesh on show, then
forced that large catheter cruelly into her urethra.  Climbing into bed,
Miss Mansfield eased her head onto the pillow, and quickly fell asleep,
dreaming every perverted fantasy that abused her poor defenceless female
figure.  When she was woken early by the alarm, Lisa was bursting for the
toilet as usual, and gratefully squatted astride the glass container to
relieve her straining bladder, wincing as she dragged the massive splayed
end of the stopper along her narrow wee hole.  Gushing out of her pussy,
into the waiting jar, that warm amber fluid quickly filled the pint pot,
and Lisa struggled to bridle the flow before she sorrowfully forced the
bladder plug back inside her sore urethra.  Cleanliness was something her
father had thoroughly drilled right into her personality, and every fibre
cringed while she swallowed the whole pint of acridly sweet maiden's water,
as her doctor had instructed her to.  Although nothing had been expressed
concerning what to do when the container was full, but her bladder still
had urine left inside, Lisa used her own lascivious imagination along the
same lines that she would expect that cruel nurse to contemplate.  Leaving
the stopper wedged into her quim, the teacher slipped her negligee over her
nakedness, and walked down to the washrooms for a warm shower, then
returned to dress herself for a small workout in the gymnasium.  After
removing the vicious catheter from inside her cunny, then drinking the
remainder of her own urine, Lisa put on her tracksuit, leaving herself
naked beneath it, since she was not going to need any underwear in the
forthcoming little ordeal.  Dr Weston had instructed Miss Mansfield to
undertake the physical training drill he'd detailed for her, during the
first two weeks after her return to school, and she wanted to allow herself
time.  Penalties had been set for failure to complete all of this assigned
course within a very tight timescale, and Miss Mansfield doubted her
ability to succeed.  Setting out the gym for a standard course of Pirates,
Lisa stripped down her tracksuit, leaving on just her trainers and socks,
then took out the weights she'd been directed to use during this exercise.
Nipple clamps were screwed onto each succulent teat, and a 200 gram weight
attached onto it, dragging Lisa's firm breast downwards.  Further clamps
were fixed onto both of her outer labia, with 400 gram weights stretching
those fleshy petals right out from her vulva.  Spreading her legs widely
apart, the PE teacher fitted the worst clasp of all, a narrow tube, which
slipped over her exposed, erect clitoris.  Spiteful teeth fastened round
the base of her feminine penis, while a 100 gram weight put immense
pressure onto this horribly stretched out organ.  Locking the gym door
behind her, Miss Mansfield loosened up a little with stretching exercises,
wincing as those more delicate parts of her beautiful figure were stretched
out by the cruel silver weights.  Starting the timer, Lisa sprinted away
down the gym, both breasts dragged about by the nipple weights, her supple
vulva pulled into all sorts of shapes by those vicious clamps.  The teacher
was totally amazed how difficult it was to exercise without any clothes,
each part of her body flying off at a tangent, yanked about with heavy
attachments clamped to them.  Climbing up the rope rubbed against her pussy
mound, but when she slid down quickly, trying to attain some time
advantage, the rough hemp rope worked deep into her wet groove, rasping
painfully along her erect clitoris.  Each activity became increasingly
difficult, either because of Lisa's nakedness throwing her off balance, or
rising sexual passion destroying her usual concentration, or even the
silver weights getting entangled up in the equipment.  The PE teacher was
well in front of schedule when she slid down the last obstacle, two broad
benches supported by the long balance beam, but suddenly she became hung
up, almost ripping her labia off.  Those horrible metal weights had slid
down a narrow gap between the benches, going underneath them, and Lisa
inched her way slowly back up the steep slope to release them so she could
continue.  Finally freeing herself up, this woman moaned when the loud
ringing of the timer split the air, filling the gym with raucous noise, and
she sprinted to turn it off, firm breasts flying all over the place.  Miss
Mansfield rested for two minutes, getting her breath back, then she had to
proceed with the defined punishment laid out in her instructions.  Fetching
the supple bamboo cane which was always kept in the gym storeroom, the PE
teacher reached out behind to whip her own buttocks with a dozen vicious
strokes.  Blazing fires raged through her bottom as Lisa squatted slightly,
spreading her knees wide apart, then directed another twelve hard cuts
straight between her thighs.  Searing agony saturated the wet pussy lips of
the teacher as the heavy weights stretched her damp flesh tight, increasing
the torment of each stroke.  Pleased that her whipping could be interrupted
for a while, Miss Mansfield had to setup the next part of her cruel
punishment, tying rope around balance beams positioned at chest height. 
Resting her firm bosoms on the bottom beam, with both silver nipple weights
dangling over the other side, Lisa slowly lowered the other sturdy wooden
beam, trapping her lovely breasts between two flat surfaces.  Taking her
full weight on her arms, the PE teacher arranged both feet on the rope
hanging from the beam.  Slowly, Lisa transferred the pressure to her feet,
making the rope pull the top beam down onto her bust with merciless force,
squashing the tender flesh like a ripened peach.  Folding her arms up
behind her back, Miss Mansfield put her total weight onto her bosoms, not
only flattening those delicate globes of feminine flesh, but stretching
them as well.  Several times she had seen her students inflicting this
torture on the younger pupils, even watching them through her one way
mirrors without their knowledge as they had their fun.  She would never
allow things to go too far during these sessions, usually rattling her door
to give warning, and entering into the gymnasium after sufficient time to
release their poor victim.  Lisa Mansfield loved to watch those suppressed
grimaces when she reprimanded that hastily dressed schoolgirl for
untidiness, pulling her PE shirt straight, with plenty of touches round the
girl's tender bosom.  Slapping the tight punished bottom as she sent them
all away to the showers, Lisa would quite often squash her own breasts
gently between those wooden beams, just for a few brief seconds.  Today
however, she was now under orders from the nurse to suffer a full two
minutes of this heartless torture, lamenting her pitiable condition as
those lovely pert breasts were mangled.  Suspended helplessly by her poor
tits, trapped by her own weight, Miss Mansfield remembered finding one her
favourite young pupils in nearly the same predicament.  Victoria Cooney was
in third form when Lisa joined the school, and one evening the teacher had
come into the gymnasium, and found the youngster roped to these beams. 
Thrilling at the erotic sight of a naked schoolgirl bound tightly with
numerous skipping ropes, the young PE teacher walked towards her pupil
quietly, noticing the secure blindfold around her eyes.  Helpless to
resist, or even protest with a bean bag wedged in her little mouth,
Victoria had wiggled and moaned while the cruel teacher inspected her state
of strict bondage.  Unable to see anything, Victoria didn't know whether
her assailants had somehow returned to torment her again, or if she was to
be rescued from this terrible fate.  Miss Mansfield loved the way an Indian
club had been forced right into the girl's bottom, with its wide handle
stretching her tiny, delicate anal ring to its full extent.  Skipping ropes
secured the heavy club in place, preventing it from dropping out, while one
of the handles had been rammed into the schoolgirl's shaven quim.  Without
removing the youngster's blindfold, Lisa carefully untied the ropes
fastened round her waist and crotch, holding the Indian club in its place,
while she twisted and thrust the wooden handle of the skipping rope into
the hairless love mouth.  After flirting playfully with the cute, childlike
pussy, she masturbated her straining schoolgirl bottom with the massive
club handle.  When the intruder was finally removed, it still left a gaping
orifice between those parted buttocks, clearly showing the pink inner
flesh. Victoria's bottom was covered in hot purple weals from a
particularly savage caning she'd received at the hands of her tormentors,
as were the backs of both thighs.  Judging by the bruising to the front of
her body, this young girl had been positioned into an inverted splits while
her inner thighs, and her depilated cunny, were thoroughly beaten as well.
Several large bruises marked her bald pubis where the tip of the cane had
struck, and the edges of the schoolgirl's pouting slit were extensively
damaged.  Despite knowing how really painful this would be for the bound
child, Lisa could not refrain from kneeling in front of her, pushing her
face into the immature vulva, and licking the well punished flesh. 
Victoria wriggled and moaned as her erect clitoris was expertly tongued,
thrilling with rising sexual passion despite the increased torment to her
tender trapped bosoms.  Within a few minutes the pubescent schoolgirl had
climaxed while the teacher's fingers probed her stretched bottom.

   Miss Mansfield just loved randy little schoolgirls, their budding
figures aroused such turbulent sexual feeling inside her whenever she
watched their lithe bodies.  Partly, that was the reason she'd selected
teaching for a career, hoping she could exercise authority over young
children, particularly females, making them suffer as she'd done under her
father's strict sexual discipline.  Lawnswood arose following a
conversation with one of her lecturers at university, a female mathematics
teacher who'd attended the school as a girl, returning later to take up a
teaching post for a few years.  These little chats they had usually took
place in the woman's apartment, after Lisa floundered badly in one of her
tests, accepting kindly the offer of extra maths tuition.  Quickly
discerning Lisa's naive submissiveness when she was reprimanded, it wasn't
long until the lecturer had the girl stripped and bent over for a good
spanking.  Keeping her naked during the remainder of her tuition, any
errors earned the young student a tittie slapping, or the leather tawse
over her soft prominent pubic mound.  Introducing a cane and French
martinet into these cruel sessions, Lisa was extensively punished
throughout her final year, but the lecturer always finished by making Lisa
kneel down to perform cunnilingus on her, then bend over to accept a
shafting with a huge plastic dildo.  Taking up the maths teacher's
recommendation to apply for Lawnswood School, Lisa Mansfield successfully
passed her final interview, though she was somewhat amazed by the
Headmistress being so blatant concerning corporal punishment of the
students.  Apparently it was fully condoned where the teacher thought it
was needed to improve her pupils, and no-one bothered checking details
concerning a teacher's methods.  This freedom allowed Lisa to take Victoria
Cooney under close protection, preventing any other students from bullying
her like they had been, but furnishing this teacher with a sweet,
vulnerable sex slave.  Miss Mansfield often took the pretty child into her
office, or even her own room, teaching her how to pleasure another lady,
and how to masturbate herself, showing the youngster her private collection
of pornography.  These books were collected by Lisa when she travelled on
holiday to Amsterdam, her diligent saving from her grant being spent on the
filthiest books and magazines she could find.  Mainly the subjects were the
domination of women, either by cruel men, or even worse lesbian Mistresses,
including vivid illustrations of girls in stringent bondage, each one of
them being sexually tortured.  Victoria often suffered similar hard bondage
while she was knelt reading for Lisa, particularly breast restraint methods
that almost burst open her lovely, juvenile titties.  Victoria's favourite
book was about a medieval convent, where each young, trainee nun was
punished, abused, and tortured by the older sisters living there, including
the lovely Mother Superior, while monks from the Abbey next door insisted
all household duties were noble tasks for these young novitiates.  Amongst
these pictures of young girls being whipped, tied up, and getting stuffed
with everything imaginable, Lisa's plaything loved a drawing of a nun
dressed in just a wimple, tied up in the garden.  She was secured to a
bench fashioned from ornate metal, with curving snakes as the supports, and
the protruding tail section was rammed deep into this youngster's naked,
shaven pussy, stretching those delicate petals wide apart.  Miss Mansfield
really enjoyed putting Victoria through her paces, ignoring her feeble
complaints as larger, and fatter objects were relentlessly forced into her
straining vulva.  Despite these frail objections, the youngster loved being
stuffed while studying that erotic drawing, and after she left Lawnswood,
Victoria had talked her wealthy parents into donating an exact replica of
the seat to the school.  Miss Mansfield was now suffering as her young
plaything often did during their little sessions, and the teacher was sure
her tender breasts would be ripped from her chest.  Finally releasing
herself from this cruel entrapment, the PE instructor hastily cleared all
the equipment away, returning to her office, then calmly examined her
reflection in the mirror.  Both breasts were really flattened, looking like
bread cakes at the moment, but Lisa knew they should regain their shape in
a few hours.  Leaving those weights attached to her nipples and pussy, Miss
Mansfield slipped a delicate silk shift over her nudity, though it was
still diaphanous enough to exhibit the outline of her cruel restraints. 
Walking back to her bedroom, Lisa swaggered a little to keep those weights
constantly dragging her tender flesh painfully about, even running up the
long staircase.  Gaining the safety of her room, Miss Mansfield undressed
herself once more, then carefully laid out the complicated equipment that
was required for the next stage of her brutal punishment.  Knowing in
advance that his patient would fail this test, Dr Brian Weston had posted a
pair of formidable metal dilators to her at the school.  Each complicated
device was mounted on a big, converted speculum, which Lisa had to set up
according to long, detailed instructions that Dr Weston's nurse had given
her.  Greasing her tender vaginal entrance with vaseline, the PE teacher
watched in her long mirror as she gradually forced her wet pussy lips wider
and wider apart.  Carefully positioning the dilator against the muscle ring
lining her love mouth, Lisa Mansfield held her breath when she nervously
pressed the release button.  While at the clinic, the nurse easily fitted a
smaller version of this device into her cunny every day, trying to accustom
her patient to the intense stretching feeling.  Nothing though, could have
prepared Lisa for this barbaric weapon, wrenching open her delicate female
flesh, almost as if she'd been torn in half, right up the middle.  Extreme
self control was vital in preventing her trying to prise that malicious
contraption out from her straining quim, fearfully heeding the nurse's
admonition that she'd probably tear her insides if she did.  Gasping with
the agonizing pain inside her crotch, Miss Mansfield nevertheless slipped
that second dilator into her tight anal ring, whimpering as extra pressure
forced her fragile rosebud to stretch increasingly wider with each turn of
the main screw.  Locating the shiny steel torture device into her gaping
bottom, right against the narrow sphincter, Lisa again pushed the catch to
release this ferocious gadget inside her soft feminine body.  Although she
was already stretched by the speculum inside her rear, Miss Mansfield had
nearly screamed as her sweet hole suddenly expanded over another inch in
diameter.  The poor woman seemed to shake in her desperate attempt to cope
with this vicious metal instrument as it almost ripped her soft anal
rosebud into shreds.  Gradually, Lisa grew accustomed to the intense
discomfort between her legs, apprehensively gazing at her reflection in the
tall mirror.  Disbelief swept through her mind as she observed her two
delicate orifices pitilessly distorted into a wide, fleshy figure eight,
showing every detail of the secret, pink inner tissue.  Deep inside her
damp pussy hole, she could easily see the puckered mouth of her cervix up
at the end of her gaping vagina, something normally sheltered from prying
eyes.  Gazing into her poor distended rectum through a hard metallic lined
mouth, Lisa Mansfield could distinguish the narrow constriction shutting
off her lower colon.  Normally this muscular orifice unfolded easily,
allowing her much stronger sphincter to seal up her bowels, but Lisa could
see it gaping even now.  Unless the teacher kept up her control, she was
likely to embarrass herself.  Miss Mansfield had specially chosen a
Saturday morning to perform the specified gymnasium ordeal since the
expected cruel punishment that would inevitably follow was scheduled to
last 48 hours, and there was no way that she wanted to wear these ferocious
gadgets in lessons.  There was, however, still enormous potential for
getting herself into difficult situations while Lisa had such little
control over her lower body.  Throwing a few clothes into a small overnight
bag, along with the various items of equipment that she knew Dr Weston had
intended to be used every day, Miss Mansfield allowed herself the
consolation of a weekend away from school.  Letting reception know that she
would return early Sunday evening, the beleaguered PE teacher caught the
bus to the nearby railway station, wincing because the bumpy journey played
havoc around her tormented crotch.  Standing outside the waiting room, on
the draughty platform, Lisa felt her pussy wafted with cool air, blowing
freely about inside the loose leg of her French knickers.  Not only was her
vulva lightly cooled by this breeze, but the woman could feel it inside her
vagina and even along the sensitive interior lining of her stretched
rectum. While her train was pulling into the station, Miss Mansfield
checked really carefully to see that she could get in an empty compartment,
not wanting any repeat of her last horrific train journey.  Fortunately,
there was sufficient suitable accommodation for her, leaving it till the
very last moment so she was sure to travel alone.  Lisa was constantly
aware of those two devices wedged up between her legs, not only because
they stretched her delicate feminine charms so drastically wide, since she
was becoming used to that, but every movement of the train put pressure on
her erect clitoris.  The rocking caused by the railway track made her grind
her sensitive loins against that solid steel inserted between her pussy
lips, and unremittingly turned her on.  By the time Miss Mansfield arrived
at the seaside, she'd climaxed over a dozen times, and her delicate French
knickers were now soaking with hot female love juices.  Walking along the
promenade with wet panties, and a cool breeze across her pussy, made the
teacher feel just like a holiday whore.  Turning down a side street, Lisa
found a tranquil looking boarding house with vacancies, went inside to the
desk in the hall, and rang the bell.  A good looking woman of fine stature,
about forty years old, came from the back, calmly looked her over, smiled
pleasantly, then took the teacher's details down into the register.  Having
taken her payment in advance, the landlady directed Miss Mansfield
upstairs, following behind her, while she took the opportunity to look
right up Lisa's short skirt as they went.  The landlady guided her guest
along the upper corridors, using firm pressure applied by her hand, right
to the teacher's bottom, though Lisa was unwilling to complain about such
familiarity.  Putting the bag onto the bed, Lisa kindly declined the
woman's offer to help her unpack, not wanting her private equipment to be
paraded before any prying stranger she'd only just met.  Insisting on
hanging up Lisa's coat for her, the landlady then turned back, and
complimented her guest for wearing such a charming dress, asking if it was
a designer label.  Miss Mansfield mumbled something as the woman spun her
round with surprising boldness, then calmly slid down the zipper to examine
what label was sewn inside.  Coming round the front, the audacious woman
asked if she could inspect the stitches around her neckline, but didn't
wait for any permission, just pulling the front boldly down to expose her
bra covered breasts.  Justifying this procedure with an avid interest in
fashion, the landlady took abundant liberties as Lisa found herself fully
exposing her underwear to someone she had only met a few minutes ago, but
she was helpless to resist.  Standing there half undressed, Miss Mansfield
listened to the few rules applicable to guests, though they all carried an
insistent tone that brooked no challenge.  Alone at last, the teacher
tidied her dress slightly, then pulled her knickers off, quickly rinsing
them in the basin, enormously thankful the landlady hadn't wanted to feel
between her legs.  Helpless submission under this brash woman's insistent
personality turned Lisa's juices to full flow, drenched her panties, and
had almost made her climax while being dominated so off handedly.  Perhaps
she'd chosen the wrong place to stay for someone like herself, but then she
had shrugged it off as being over sensitive because of her restraints. 
Draping her damp lacy undies over the radiator, Miss Mansfield slipped a
fluffy towel into her bag and went down to the beach to get some sun.  The
utter freedom of walking along the promenade without knickers felt
exhilarating after so many weeks, and months, of being dominated by others.
Now she was free to please herself, for a few days at least, and it didn't
matter that a sudden gust of wind blew her flimsy skirt up at the back,
showing off her naked bottom in public.  Strolling casually onto the beach,
she took her shoes off, sliding her toes into the luxuriant warm sand as
she slowly walked along, enjoying that sensuous awareness all over her
feet. Stopping for a moment, Lisa carefully sat down, gently lifting up her
skirt to allow the bare flesh of her bottom to contact the warm sand,
thrilling each delicate fibre throughout her sensual body.  Wriggling her
slender hips to and fro, then from side to side, Lisa Mansfield now
flattened her crotch firmly against that soft dry sand.  Because both those
lower entrances had been forced apart by the dilators, Lisa could feel the
beach sand working its way deep inside her damp tunnels.  Glancing round to
make sure that no-one was watching what she was about to do, the teacher
lifted her skirt, and scooped a pile of warm dry sand against that smooth
shaven pubis.  Humping her loins forwards slightly forced the gritty sand
to rub roughly along the erect clitoris as it bulldozed her fleshy labia
apart.  Continuing to move her hips even further forward, Miss Mansfield
could now feel extensive amounts of sand being scooped up by those two
metal dilators, and then packed deeper and deeper into her vulva and into
her rectum.  Remembering a similar incident to this, Lisa could picture
herself as a ten year old girl, on holiday with her mum and her boyfriend
at that time, Tony Mansfield.  They had rented a charming cottage near warm
sandy beaches, and after unpacking, all three of them walked down to the
seashore with all the usual equipment of any young, new family.  Picking a
spot quite out in the open, Tony had called Lisa across to where he sat,
then calmly undressed the young child completely, with apparently no
thought for the fact that her soft youthful budding figure was on display
to anyone who might walk past.  Sending this lovely naked coquette off to
frolic in the sand, Tony turned full attention towards his girlfriend, and
Lisa recalled watching that horrified look on her mother's face as she too
was instructed to remove all her clothes.  Although there was a nudist
beach several hundred yards further along the coast, this section was
intended for the general public to use, so anyone would be able to observe
these two female's exposure without disrobing themselves.  Several passers
by looked across at the bare ladies, and sometimes groups of young men
would play beach games nearby.  Tony didn't keep them undressed all the
time though, occasionally allowing Stella brief bikinis to partially cover
herself, and letting Lisa wear a small pair of panties.  These garments
were always so skimpy though, that every movement nudged them further into
the ladies damp crevices.  Tony Mansfield loved playing games with these
two beauties, often having a rough and tumble with them, or fully burying
one of them in the warm sand.  Whenever he chased them round the beach and
got hold of one of them, he would drag his captive back to their seat using
their ankles, pulling the soft tender flesh of the woman's cunny helplessly
across the rough sand.  Lisa could remember one episode quite clearly, when
she had complained that a stone had struck her right against the top of her
cunny, squashing her delicate little clit.  Tony had bawled her out for
being a whimp, then made Stella grasp the child's ankle and wrist with him,
and drag her painful bottom through dozens of sand dunes.  Grass, thistles,
nettles, and loads of rubbish whipped the youngster's tender groin, while
each thump into the bumpy dune wedged coarse dry sand further into Lisa's
little vaginal entrance, even her tight, pink, rosebud anus eventually gave
way to this incessant battering.  Now however, she was fully grown up,
inflicting the same sort of torment onto her dainty private parts at her
own hand.  Both feminine passageways were completely packed with warm, dry
sand, stretching all the delicate interior tissues like a stuffed Christmas
turkey.  When she stood up Miss Mansfield could feel all that warm sand
running out of her, slowly cascading the full length of her inner thighs
while she walked along the beach.  Looking for somewhere quiet to sunbathe,
the teacher headed down towards the cliffs and rock pools further along,
knowing there'd be plenty of boulders to shelter her from any prying eyes.
Eventually she found just the right place hidden behind a long rocky
outcrop, with clean, smooth sand to sunbathe on, and beautiful serene rock
pools that she could explore later that day.  Spreading her fluffy towel on
the beach, Lisa slipped off her dress and placed it next to her shoes on a
large boulder, roused by the stimulating breeze wafting across her naked
flesh.  Laying on her back, Lisa felt the strong sunlight warming her body,
exciting all her soft erogenous zones as she placed her arms straight out
to the side, stretching her feet apart to expose even her sweet cunny. 
Tanning the entire figure was something her father insisted on, saying that
swimsuit shadows merely emphasised a lady's personal places because they'd
been hidden away.  Maintaining this family's all over tan required
sunbathing in the nude at least twice a year while they were away on
holiday, sometimes visiting nudist campsites, but often having all their
clothes stripped off while on public beaches.  Lisa felt very self
conscious when undressed in the open, especially seeing her mother disrobed
as well, since everyone contended that secret places should always remain
hidden.  Suntan oil was kneaded deeply into Lisa's ten year old figure
before she was allowed to go play at sand castles, then her mother was
similarly massaged, with extra strong fingers digging powerfully into
supple female flesh.  Fresh oil was applied each hour, and Lisa could
recall painful strokes from Tony's hand across her reddening little body as
her mother's boyfriend caressed every inch of her childish skin.  Whether
sweaty or oily conditions had caused sand to stick onto the young girl's
exquisite flesh didn't matter to the man, he just poured more oil on top,
then kneaded away with his brawny hands.  Stella fared the same as her poor
daughter, delicate breasts getting abraded with harsh oily sand, then
particular attention being spent on those velvety folds between their
thighs.  There were very often groups of young men nearby, watching the two
ladies while they tried to stay calm under the exposure of so much female
immodesty.  Despite any small protest that these women might make, they
remained nude and fully on display for however long this dominant man
wanted them to stay exhibited.  Because the weather was always blistering
hot, they brought loads of orange squash along with them, so they didn't
become dehydrated, and Tony always made sure that Lisa drank plenty.  These
repeated cold drinks usually made the child want a wee quite often, so Tony
dug a small hole in the beach, then held the youngster over it, thighs
spread widely apart, to relieve her bladder.  Whenever this happened, that
crowd of eager young men would come across on some pretext, and eagerly
watch the little girl having a piss, sometimes offering to unfurl her
adorable slit so she didn't spray out so much.  Lisa was mortified that
such total strangers were allowed to watch her most intimate ablutions in
this way, even touching her private parts freely for as long as they
wanted. The helpless schoolgirl was always poked, prodded and pinched by
these young males while Tony kept her from moving out of the way.  Chatting
cordially with the strangers over his girlfriend's freely presented body,
Tony Mansfield would take their every suggestion agreeably, allowing them
to oil Stella and her young daughter whenever they asked.  Lisa hated being
used for a plaything by these men, since whenever they finished massaging
suntan oil into her supple body, she would inevitably be directed to bend
right over.  Presenting her bottom, and her vulva to them, she was ordered
to keep still while her anal ring was lubricated with the oil, then a long
finger pushed right inside her little rosebud.  Frigging that childish
bottom, without exception, meant penetrating Lisa's succulent quim as a
next step, and she gasped when a pinky wriggled along her tight vagina. 
When they'd finished abusing the childish little girl, these men always had
bulging erections down their shorts, and if Tony had chosen a sheltered
picnic spot with plenty of cover from the sand dunes, they were allowed to
relieve themselves.  Stella was instructed to kneel on all fours, present
her bare bottom to their guests, then each young man fucked doggy style
till he spunked deep inside her pussy.  Swimming with sperm, Stella spent
the rest of the day squelching with every step along the beach, her crotch
and thighs coated in thick masculine slime.  Lisa Mansfield had often
watched her mother making love with various other men at her own
boyfriend's invitation, sometimes even being told to guide the man's solid
erection into her mum's pussy slit.  When they returned to the privacy of
their cottage, Stella would have to impale herself onto Tony's hot prick as
she straddled his broad thighs, working her pussy along the shaft until he
climaxed vigorously inside her sloppy vagina.  After breakfast the next day
Stella would be arched across the dining table while her daughter watched,
then taken from the rear by her rampant boyfriend, using both her bottom
and her cunny to satisfy his interminable desire.  During the first few
days of these holidays, both women were exposed to prodigious amounts of
blazing sunshine, compounded by the oils rubbed into the delicate flesh
offering no protection at all.  Assuredly they burned every time, and Tony
loved rubbing slightly soothing lotion vigorously into their painful skin,
pulling and stretching the bright red flesh.  Even now, Lisa could feel the
sunshine burn strongly across her naked body, and she turned over several
times to ensure an even suntan, always keeping her legs spread wide to
reach those satiny inner places.  Needing to cool off after a few hours,
Miss Mansfield sat up, admiring her already pink skin, then eased herself
into one of the deep rock pools.  Leaving the quiet safety of her little
sheltered spot, the teacher wandered round the many placid hollows filled
with trapped sea water, fretting often that her clothes were so far away.
Scraping her hand against the sharp barnacles on a rock, Lisa imagined a
man making her lay over one.  Draping her nude body across a shell covered
boulder, the teacher gradually shuffled herself round, dragging her breasts
repeatedly against the serrated edges of the attached shellfish.  Lisa
ground her tummy onto the abrasive surface, and twitched her silky pubis
into those rough projections, scraping her already tender skin.  Finding a
beautifully shaped ridge on one of the rocks absolutely covered with
viciously barbed shells, Miss Mansfield wished those horrid dilators
weren't stuck inside her crotch.  She'd visualised herself being ordered to
straddle that outcrop, humping along the sharp texture as she pressed her
delicate vulva against the cruel pointed barnacles.  Every thrust would
lacerate the fragile tissue lining that moist slit, gradually working
further inside to shred her pulsing clitoris, tear her vaginal entrance,
and even violate that sweet little rosebud anus.  Lisa Mansfield virtually
climaxed thinking about her potential cruel abuse, surprising even herself
by the depths of perverse degradation she'd now attained.  Staring absently
into one of those rock pools, with that intense sunshine burning her
raised, bare bottom, the woman studied numerous small creatures as they
swam round their fascinating world.  Acquiescing to one of Dr Weston's
submerged compulsions, Lisa searched around for a small container of some
sort, finally using a plastic box to hold several snails, fishes, and crabs
that she'd caught in the pool.  There was even a starfish in her box, and
this woman felt similar excitement to parallel events as a child, when her
mother and her father took Lisa exploring the rock pools on their holiday.
Returning to her sunbathing spot, the teacher gradually recalled the darker
element from this rock pool fishing adventure, her breathing and heart rate
increasing as the terrible consequences now dawned upon her.  Laying on her
back, Miss Mansfield remembered her mother lifting the backs of both her
slim legs onto her shoulder, turning her almost upside down, spreading the
child's thighs apart.  She was fifteen the first time it happened, with
pear shaped titties, nipples the size of cherries, and a feathery pubic
minge, which her Dad shaved completely bald every time she started her
period.  Despite nearly being a young lady, Lisa still suffered having to
strip naked the minute her father ordered it, especially while on beach
holidays.  This was no exception, with mum and herself being fully
undressed during most of the last three days, already suffering the effects
of too much sun on their bodies.  Lisa had been upturned as father
requested, for one of his little surprises, which she always faced with
dread, and she now assumed a similar position, with her legs draped over a
boulder.  Stella Mansfield was instructed to stretch her daughter's
hairless outer labia fully apart, then Tony placed a massive shellfish into
the presented indentation.  Pouring salty water over the creature, Lisa's
stepfather said that their little catch needed some shade, and the young
schoolgirl squealed as she felt the snail's rough foot moving along her
sensitive sex slit.  Tipping more seawater into the child's cunny, so that
it trickled down into her soggy vaginal passage, the sadistic man spread
open this schoolgirl's love mouth, then dropped a small, live crab deep
into her dark cavern.  Recalling every detail of the terror she endured
then at her father's hands, Lisa Mansfield started dropping those
disgusting animals into her widely stretched pussy, adding a load of salt
water to prevent them from dying too soon.  Small fish put immense effort
into dashing around the minuscule prison, crashing against this woman's
highly sensitive inner walls.  Meanwhile, the shellfish worked their way
further down the slippery lining going all the way round the raised section
of Lisa's trembling cervix.  Tony Mansfield delighted that sexually
torturing his stepdaughter like this had proved so simple for him to
arrange, and he laughed at her impotent struggles as more sea critters were
pushed inside Lisa's beautifully presented pussy.  When she was full, he
dragged her navy blue school knickers along her legs, tugging these tight
against her crotch to keep her labia closed, quite effectively trapping
those animals inside the child's body.  Terrified just as much now by that
squirming mass of live bodies inside her, Miss Mansfield nevertheless
continued introducing more of them while she relived childhood memories. 
Allowing the poor schoolgirl to stand up, her callous parents laughed when
all the seawater drained out between those folded shut sex petals, staining
the front of her navy blue knickers just as if she was weeing herself. 
Lisa had screamed out loud when her soft pubescent genitals began churning
with animals fighting for their very lives as they drowned without any
water.  Sharp claws scrambled across the girl's delicate inner flesh, and
their forceful pincers nipped tiny gashes into the fragile lining of her
sweet vagina.  Eventually, their frantic struggles brought them through the
young girl's love mouth, and they scrambled over sensitive tissue at her
urethral opening, then across her stiffly erect clitoral bud, stimulating
Lisa powerfully with every touch.  Walking round the secluded rock pools
caused the schoolgirl's fish stuffed cunny to twist from side to side,
permitting the creatures access along her slit towards its apex.  Stopping
occasionally to inspect their daughter's wet crotch, the adults eventually
saw her smooth pubic mound moving beneath her knickers as a dying crab
struggled closer to freedom.  Trapped under the taught navy material,
vainly trying hard to move forward, that crustacean dug his sharp pointy
feet into Lisa's prominent pubis.  There was to be no escape today for
these helpless creatures though.  While Tony Mansfield removed one of his
trainers, his wife had hold of their daughter, solidly positioning her with
legs slightly apart.  Smacking her firm inner thighs first, Tony elevated
this poor girl's expectation, until finally he whacked the shoe hard
against her bulging mound.  Cracking that crab's shell, he pressed the
sharp edges of broken casing deeper into Lisa's pubis with two more swats,
then moved down to her wet pantie crotch.  The poor schoolgirl wept in
agony as shellfish and little shrimps were pulverised behind her dainty
labia, the cruel beating from her stepfather grinding their shattered
bodies right into the most fragile parts of her female anatomy.  Turning
Lisa's bottom towards her husband, Stella reached under to solidly grasp
the girl's budding titties, holding her firmly while Tony harshly applied
that punishing trainer to the child's rear.  Several large shellfish had
chosen to attempt escape towards the back following their exit from the
confines of the warm female quim, Lisa having to suffer their rough, slimy
feet across her anal ring.  Patiently waiting until one of them seemed to
be directly over the soft juvenile rosebud, Tony began to slap his
daughter's bottom somewhat gently right on top of the protruding shell. 
Using heavier strokes after a while, the man started to force the creature
inside the child's straining rectum, wedging it further down with each
pounding hit.  Lisa Mansfield felt her anal ring being penetrated by the
animal, the mouth of its shell sticking right through that tight entrance
permitting the strongly mobile snail to emerge inside her bottom.  Her
father struck really hard next time, breaking wide apart that rigid shell,
driving the debris within those restricted confines of the child's
sphincter.  Feeling the dying snail thrashing about inside her bum, the
schoolgirl couldn't even ease her situation.  Knowing fully how terrifying
it was to suffer something writhing fitfully deep in her bottom, Lisa
picked up that starfish she had caught earlier, and dropped it through her
rear dilator, straight down her rectal sheath.  Because she was stretched
so widely, Lisa could feel the animal trying to climb those slippery walls
of her bottom, gripping her inner lining with its numerous sucking feet. 
One of its arms was now attempting to elevate the starfish bodily upwards,
but instead the pointed extremity started working itself further into the
woman's constricted colon, squirming wildly with every attempt. 
Desperately trying to keep control, Miss Mansfield suffered all those
frantic contortions inside her body as she was barbarously abused, even
when a large sea slug found the entrance mouth of her cervix, and struggled
right into her womb.  Eventually they all died from being out of the salt
water too long, and the happy victim lowered her hips into a deep pool,
reaching between spread thighs to clean the bodies from inside her
genitals. However, the little creature which had crawled into her womb
couldn't be found through that narrow opening of her cervix, so she'd have
to leave it till she got back to her room, then she could use a speculum.
Dangling her legs in the warm water, the PE teacher admired those smooth
lines of her depilated pubis, placing the remaining snails onto her
prominent mound, and watching them crawl over her lovely figure, grateful
that this ordeal hadn't been any worse.  One time on holiday with her
parents, she had watched her mother shrinking with fear as she sat like
this, legs widely parted as her father lowered a jellyfish between her
thighs.  Trailing sturdy tentacles against his wife's open pussy, Tony
Mansfield made her close both legs tightly, gripping the creature into her
crotch, then lowered the body onto her mature, hairless pubis.  Gradually
this creature started to struggle against its confines, slowly retracting
those barbed tentacles, cutting the surface of Stella's exquisite labia
with sharply pointed nodules.  Striving harder in cruel captivity, the
jellyfish contorted its translucent body over this soft mound of feminine
beauty, dragging further defensive points across warm female flesh.  This
vicious attack felt just like sandpaper first, but as those points pierced
Stella's skin, they injected a severe irritant beneath the surface. 
Burning fire raged through her very core, like acid poured onto her vulva,
then her most tender private parts started to swell up, becoming bloated
like a big purple football.  Lisa was glad she hadn't found a jellyfish
today, repeating her mum's ferocious ordeal would have been so devastating
for her, remembering that it had been nearly a week before her mother's
vulva returned to normal size.  Fortunately it had been the very last day
of that long seaside holiday, so Stella Mansfield wouldn't have to parade
her injuries along the beach, as she had done her ample, thrashed bottom
sometimes, though she suffered during their journey home.  Deciding to get
some more tan before returning to the guesthouse, Miss Mansfield spread her
naked figure along the warm sand, clear skies allowing the full power of
the suns rays to strike her soft buttock cheeks, and the broad expanse of
her back.  Slowly opening her legs to a near splits, the supple PE teacher
felt the fragile skin of her arse crease starting to prickle, even the soft
lining membranes inside her rectum and vagina began to feel suntanned. 
Those metal dilators had forced open Lisa's vulva so widely, that even her
small circumcised clitoris was heating swiftly, tingling under this
unaccustomed exposure to strong sunlight.  Memories now flooded back into
her mind, of sunbathing with her mother as they both lay naked and spread
open like this, while Tony had watched.  Soft sand hadn't been underneath
them though, because they'd been instructed to lie down on the flat rocks
at the base of the cliff where the sun reflected from every side.  Miss
Mansfield now moved herself forward, taking up a similar position, first
though, just like her father had done, she made little mounds of sharp
pebbles where she would be laying.  Lowering herself carefully, she placed
each breast onto a pile of stones, then her tummy, finally having to press
her hairless pubis down firmly against the remaining stack.  Spreading both
her legs wide apart once more, Lisa felt her vulva warming up quickly,
remembering the agony of laying out like this while her father used a
magnifying glass to heat up those utterly sensitive feminine areas.  Tony
Mansfield loved to concentrate the sun's rays onto his wife and daughter's
exposed bodies until tiny wisps of smoke started forming from the plentiful
suntan oil that had been massaged into their flesh.  Careful not to cause
profound damage to the ladies, he nevertheless left them both very sore for
the next few days, particularly when he touched those scorched areas.  Lisa
had even seen her mother sodomised after her tight anal ring had been
burned, the powerful prick strokes driving her body hard against those
coarse stones beneath her, in addition to the agony inside her bottom. 
Miss Mansfield ground her own soft breasts and pubis into the sharp pebbles
under her body, as if she were being fucked herself, even reaching behind
to smack her bottom with the piece of driftwood she'd picked up earlier. 
Finally settling down to sunbathe, the teacher turned face up to expose
lovely titties, flat tummy, and smooth, bald cunny to that intense, searing
heat, loathing those horrid white patches women developed while wearing
swimming costumes on the beach.  Hoping to improve the all over tan she had
acquired during her holidays to warm foreign nudist beaches, although
really she hated public exposure, Lisa dozed in and out of sleep.  Dreaming
that she was chained down to an ice block while a huge dragon breathed fire
over her, burning all the skin off the front of her naked body, Miss
Mansfield suddenly awoke.  The cold was the waves rushing underneath her as
the tide came in, while her whole front was bright red from that powerful
sun, leaving a burning suntan.  Looking all round, Lisa couldn't see her
dress or towel anywhere, although the spot where she'd left them, against a
large boulder, was now underwater.  Fortunately, her bag and shoes were up
higher, on top of the rock, safely out of the way, though she had to wade
knee deep to retrieve them.  Climbing over several rocks to return to the
beach, Miss Mansfield stood naked, and smarting badly from the sunburn,
looking along the shoreline for any sign of her lost clothes or towel.  She
was just contemplating having to walk right back to the guesthouse without
any clothes, when she spotted her red dress further along the beach, being
tumbled by small waves.  Dashing across, she retrieved the garment from
where it had ended up in a tremendous mound of smelly droppings from the
donkeys, all mixed together with foam, seaweed, and all sorts of nauseating
rubbish.  Scraping most of it off, and rinsing the filthy dress in the sea,
Miss Mansfield slipped the wet garment over her nudity, then strolled back
to her accommodation, hoping the material would dry a little.  Walking was
agony, as the clammy dress rasped across her sensitive skin with each step,
and she was happy to reach her room, peeling down to her birthday suit
again.  Rinsing the garment in the sink, with a little soap powder, Lisa
draped it across the hot radiator under her window, then turned her
attention to her burned figure.  Using fragrant body lotion, Lisa massaged
the fluid into her sore breasts, squeezing the flesh strongly, just like
her father did.  Hearing the dinner gong, Miss Mansfield hurried to massage
lotion into the remaining parts of her tummy, not wanting to arrive late
for dinner after the landlady's insistence on her guest's punctuality. 
Pulling on a clean pair of black lace panties, then a thin beige cotton
dress, without any bra or light camisole, the teacher dashed downstairs,
finding everyone else waiting quietly, and watching her walk in.  The
landlady gave her an intimidating look, then calmly introduced everyone
round the table, pushing Lisa forward with a hand on her bottom that either
squeezed a firm cheek, or slid down her tender sunburned bum crease.  There
were three other guests, all dominant looking ladies, who commenced asking
incessant questions, covering every topic of Lisa's work at the girl's
school, many of them after more and more intimate details.  During this
interrogation, pretty young waitresses served their food, the landlady
dining with them as well, and Lisa kept getting distracted from her answers
as the two lovely teenagers were blatantly touched up by these stern women.
Dressed in French Maid's outfits, with short black skirts, frilly lace
apron, and a plunging neckline, these two were very sexually provocative
while they served table, frequently showing the black stocking tops around
their white thighs.  When one of them dropped a potato on the floor, so she
picked it up, handed it to the landlady, then calmly bent over beside her.
Miss Mansfield couldn't see clearly what happened, but the woman lifted up
the girl's skirt, then apparently stuffed that boiling hot vegetable right
up inside her waitress's presented cunny.  Lisa's questioning now took a
decided turn for the worse, demanding complete details of her pupil's
masturbation habits, their lesbian friendships, and if they were punished
when caught in each others beds.  Intimate descriptions of schoolgirl's
naked bodies being severely caned were coerced out of the teacher by these
women in their avid curiosity, particularly girls having their sweet pussy
whipped, or blossoming titties suitably beaten.  Miss Mansfield was totally
helpless to resist their probing, and passions started bubbling in her
loins at such explicit, lewd revelations, prompting an intense orgasm which
she desperately tried to conceal.  After dinner was finished, they
adjourned to the lounge, dismissing any objection that Lisa raised, and
insisting they be allowed to examine her obviously painful sunburn. 
Standing submissively, the teacher felt one of the other guests unzip her
dress, turning her around, then gently easing the material apart to fully
display the bright red expanse of her back.  Pulling the light garment
further open, so it slipped completely off Lisa's shoulders, the assembled
ladies all commented on the absence of a white strap shadow, including
there being no sign that she was wearing any bra this evening.  Making her
face the others, the lady who'd unzipped her dress now pushed the front of
it down to her waist, displaying Lisa's hotly glowing breasts.  Everyone
pointed out that she'd obviously been sunbathing topless to achieve such
even colour, and they all came over to feel if her skin was as warm as it
looked.  The poor teacher had the whole of her upper body stroked, fondled,
and prodded, with increasing exhilaration, each of her tormentors pinching
those sore nipples, then twisting her breasts savagely as they laughed at
her distress.  Taking away Lisa's dress completely, so she only wore shoes
and lace panties, these ladies next discussed how conspicuous her bikini
line would be since she obviously sunbathed topless.  Various styles of
small swimsuits were considered, and they began lifting the legs of her
French knickers to display Lisa's bright red bottom cheeks.  Every time
they exposed another few inches, someone slapped her buttock with a firm
hand, until her gusset was tucked up the wide crease.  There were obviously
no bikini lines across her bottom, everyone agreed, probably because her
panties were a thong design, leaving only a very thin strip of material
between the woman's ample soft buttocks.  Continuing their off handed
deliberations about Miss Mansfield's beach attire, it was suggested that a
more noticeable white patch usually occurred where a lady concealed her
fluffy little minge.  Looking from the front, Lisa's French knickers still
provided the modest cover she was used to, even though her bum was now
totally exposed to their view.  Someone clipped a plastic envelope to her
pantie waistband just below that sweetly indented navel, then each guest
placed her room key into it, complete with the heavy metal number tag,
increasing the weight.  Gradually, the top of Lisa's knickers came further
and further downward, uncovering her smooth, flat tummy right down to the
ridge where her depilated pubis started to swell out.  Another key now
revealed that adorable hairless mons, whereupon every one of them wanted to
touch the red hot flesh, stroking it tenderly with their fingertips, then
scraping sharp nails across the plump, bulging mound.  Finding there was
still no evidence for any brief bikini shadow on this disgusting young
woman, they admitted that perhaps, having an entirely smooth shaven pussy
rendered her quite childish enough to play on the beach without any clothes
at all.  Lisa Mansfield now felt completely humiliated by these women, who
were having huge fun at her expense, laughing at her, and ridiculing her
predicament, but she knew there would be even worse to come.  Dreading this
next inescapable misfortune, the teacher heard them all cheer as her
knickers were pulled right down to her ankles, leaving her naked, then
assorted gasps and murmurs when they saw right between her thighs.  Clearly
revealed beneath her pubic mound was the shiny narrow edge of her vaginal
dilator, where it forced apart her tender outer petals, widening the apex
of her slit.  Everyone seemed interested in the stretcher wedged into
Lisa's cunny, and the anal one stuffed into her rear, carefully examining
them, tugging their edges to see how tightly they were fixed in place. 
Endless questions from these women drew every detail of their plaything's
entanglement in this servitude, including her circumcision and the obscured
subconscious compulsions.  Clapping their hands for joy, these dominating
ladies interpreted their chance meeting with such a submissive guest as an
advantage not to be missed.  While the other guests played with their
lovely fresh toy, the landlady went upstairs to look through Lisa's room
while she was busy, coming back to the lounge with an assortment of
interesting trinkets.  Miss Mansfield was required to establish complete
justifications for each object, starting with the heavy nipple and labia
weights, fitting them to her breasts and pussy for each of the guests to
inspect.  When she explained how the bladder plug was employed for
stretching, and sealing her urethral passage for a whole night, she was
made to stand up in front of every lady while they inserted it into her
themselves.  Finally, the electric dildo was displayed to everyone, its
purpose being fairly self evident, though not its intensity, then when it
was plugged in, the ladies giggled as they stroked the hard copper tip
along their pantie crotch.  However, when it was Lisa's turn to have this
gadget demonstrated on her exposed figure, the control was increased
several notches.  Following detailed instructions from these women, Miss
Mansfield caressed her nipples, trailed the metallic tip across her tummy,
and over her pubic mound, then pressed it against her erect clitoris.  When
they compelled her to insert that pulsing shaft fully inside her enlarged
pussy, followed by stuffing it up her dilated bottom while they increased
the power, Lisa begged to use the bathroom.  Explaining to half a dozen
ladies how she couldn't easily control her bowels any more, while this
metal spreader was wedged inside her bottom entrance like this, was the
most embarrassing ordeal for Lisa.  Declining her request for the toilet,
the landlady spread surplus newspapers between the girl's spread feet,
encouraging the others to continue prodding her with the electric dildo. 
Eventually Lisa moaned helplessly as constant writhing about overcame her
pitiful attempts to control herself, and those ladies cheered as indecent
excrement dropped to the floor like horse manure.  After cleaning Lisa's
bottom, the landlady strapped wrist and elbow cuffs around her arms,
securing her in moderate bondage, then offered the poor guest to one of the
other ladies.  The PE teacher was now escorted upstairs to the woman's
bedroom, spending the next hour as a full lesbian sex slave for her,
licking her tits and pussy till an orgasm swept through this lady's
reclining body.  Having to bend over the bed with her ankles strapped to
the legs, Lisa Mansfield suffered having a massive strap on dildo fucked
into her stretched pussy.  Being taken along to another guest's bedroom for
further lesbian abuse, Lisa saw their landlady leading one of tonight's
young waitresses down from her attic bedroom.  Gasping with shock, the
teacher felt deep pity for this youngster, who was wearing a bridle around
her head, with a bit strapped into her mouth, also leather restraints
secured really tightly round the base of her titties.  Lisa called on every
guest in turn, receiving different callous torments from each one of them,
even being sodomised with an eighteen inch long phallus, deep inside her
colon.  Before she was finally allowed any sleep in her own bed, Lisa had
to kneel up while the landlady forced a huge orange through her anal
dilator, so that she didn't mess the bed.  Coming down for breakfast on the
following morning, Lisa dressed in harmony with the instructions she had
found left on her bedside table, only wearing a very fine negligee, and
leaving the two large metal plugs in place.  The landlady seated her in the
bay window, which was fully glazed to allow the morning sun through the
undraped windows, the strong sunlight rendering her gossamer negligee
virtually transparent.  Lisa's naked figure was clearly displayed to her
fellow boarders, the landlady and the young waitresses, but additionally,
everyone passing along the street could see her nudity through the window.
Following orange juice, and a high fibre cereal, Lisa was offered sausage,
egg, and beans, which she refused, but the landlady told the waitress to
insert four sausages into their guest's pussy for later on.  After
breakfast, Lisa went upstairs to bathe and change, dressing as she'd been
instructed by the landlady, in the light cotton dress she'd worn to dinner
last night, and the red high heeled shoes that she'd packed in her case. 
She wasn't allowed any underwear at all, as her hostess informed the poor
young woman that she would be accompanying the other guests, who had
graciously agreed to escort her round the town, and show her the sights. 
As they walked down the street, towards the promenade, Lisa was positioned
between two of the ladies, being ordered to link arms, then having a small
dog collar and leash fastened to each wrist.  Feeling the breeze blowing
under her dress was rather unsettling, and without her panties, it was
blowing through her widely stretched holes, and around her sensitive inner
flesh, each feather touch stimulating her throbbing clit.  Every so often,
the wind would catch her hem, and lift it up to expose either her naked
bottom, or her hairless pussy mound, to anyone who was walking near them,
but with her wrists securely held by her escorts, Lisa was helpless to
cover herself.  Halfway down the promenade, they stopped to watch the
holidaymakers playing on the beach, and Lisa was pulled forward to the back
of a bench seat, her wrists tied to the top rail with both dog leads.  Two
of the ladies reached under the back of her skirt, gripped her bottom, and
pushed her forward till her pussy mound pressed against the centre upright
of the bench.  The remaining woman sat on the bench in front of her, lifted
her skirt to tuck the hemline into the waistband so that her pussy was
exposed, from the crease at the top of her mound, right down to the top of
her thighs.  Miss Mansfield was now displayed to the whole beach, just like
her father used to do on her childhood holidays, then the ladies holding
her bottom lifted her feet right off the floor, and dragging the rough
wooden bench support across her bare pussy.  Moving their helpless little
girl forward, these cruel women fitted the post into her pussy ring, and
lowered her down, impaling her cunt on the long piece of wood.  Lisa moaned
in pain as her delicate vagina was scratched by the splintered wood, pieces
of it catching in the folds of her love tunnel, then pulling loose as it
worked its way deeper into her tummy.  At last she was lowered till her
toes touched the floor, but now the rough wood was pressing painfully
against her cervix, having completely filled her wide stretched passageway.
The lady on her right ordered her to stand properly, with her heels on the
floor, and as Lisa obediently lowered herself, the cruel embedded shaft
began to thrust her cervix further inside her, pressing her womb painfully
into her tummy.  Lisa was now set the task of scanning the beach to find
three young girls who were showing off their bare little cunny to everyone,
just like she was.  Compliantly, the teacher scanned the crowd of people,
many of whom had just arrived, and she pointed out to her escorts a family
with two pretty little girls, of about 7 and 8 years old, that were
starting to undress.  Lisa's group watched with interest as the children
removed their shoes and socks, placing them neatly on the sand, and then
unbuttoned their sweet blue gingham dresses all the way down the front,
leaving them open to display their undies.  The girls helped each other to
remove the dresses, meticulously folding them, before placing them on top
of their shoes, and one of Lisa's escorts commented on how well trained
both the girls were, as they adjusted the dress to be perfectly in line
with her shoes.  The lady behind Lisa said they were much better than that
other family, and taking firm hold of Miss Mansfield's hips, she turned her
towards a group further up the beach, whose children just dragged their
clothes off, then threw them towards their collection of bags.  Lisa cried
out quietly as being turned like this rotated the post that was wedged
inside her cunny, tight up against her cervix, shooting agonising pains
deep into her tummy.  Lisa moaned again when she was turned back to
continue watching the young girls stripping themselves naked on the public
beach, with no apparent care that everyone could see them, as they made no
attempt to cover themselves, or to hide behind a towel.  The woman who was
sat on the bench pointed out to the others, though, that the two girls
weren't smiling, but looked quite uneasy, frightened even, as they stood in
just their vest and panties.  They also seemed to have stopped undressing,
and the woman on Lisa's left suggested that maybe they were just going to
play in their undies, rather than a swimsuit.

   "Mind you," she added, "those vests are rather small and tight, you can
see the older girl's tittie buds, even from here, and those panties look
they were sprayed on.  You can see both lips, and the central groove."

   The woman on the bench slid her finger into Lisa's exposed pussy slit,
stroking the underside of her erect clit, and asked for a critique of the
two girls, based on her experience as a teacher.

   "Yes, Miss," Lisa acquiesced, "they are both beautiful young girls, and
the slightly older one is displaying her freshly budding assets charmingly
in that tight underwear.  Her nipples are quite obviously erect, and her
breast bumps look quite firm and large for a child of her height, they've
shown no evidence of jiggling the whole time I've been watching.  In
contrast, her little cunny is almost just a slit, with hardly any mons,
just the barest line showing through her pretty panties.  Obviously she is
under-developed in this area."

   Miss Mansfield stopped at this point, because her escort had squeezed
her clitoris very hard, and was pulling it away from her body, which
greatly stretched the sensitive shaft.  She couldn't ease the pressure with
her pussy trapped in place by the rough wooden post jammed inside it, so
she just gritted her teeth, waiting for her clit to be ripped out entirely.
When her love button was released, she continued her observations, as if
compiling a report on one of her pupils, until the youngsters had finally
put their swimsuits on.  Lisa was then released from her impalement on the
seat, and accompanied her escorts over to the family they'd just been
watching, where they presented themselves as officials of the council beach
patrol.  One of the ladies flashed a very official looking badge to the
parents, though too quickly for any details to be properly noticed, then
explained her concerns over the young girls behaviour while getting
changed. The other two ladies escorted the children from the beach,
ostensibly to their office, which Lisa noticed was the entrance to a set of
holiday apartments, about 200 yards down the seafront.  The parents were
being questioned about allowing their daughters to change on the beach in
such a way that left them completely naked on several occasions, and for
extended periods of time, contrary to numerous council byelaws.  Their
explanations were credible, but Miss Mansfield could sense they were
nervous, and their body language was wrong when they avoided several points
that were raised.  They listened as it was explained to them about the
dangers from predators, and consideration for other beach users, then on to
the possible penalties for their serious breach of the byelaws.  Calmly,
her escort extracted the home address, phone number, and the address they
were staying at during their holiday, backed up by current ID's from both
of them, which were photographed with a mobile phone, and apparently
verified with a police check.  Although Lisa had noticed that this was
achieved through a Blog site, the final acceptance page was shown to the
parents as confirmation that no immediate action would be taken, other than
a follow up.  At this point, the two children were returned, but Lisa
noticed their smiles faded as they drew nearer, and they stood very
submissively when their Mum told them to stand in a specific spot.

   Miss Mansfield and her escorts now moved on to observe another group,
with an older girl, who was accompanied by just her uncle, then they
returned to the guest house.  Lisa was completely undressed in the lounge,
bent over the sofa, and her bottom spanked with a slipper as a going away
present.  While she was being beaten, some new guests arrived, a young
couple who look to be about 18 years old, and as they sign in, they keep
turning to watch the unexpected display of a naked woman being openly
punished in front of them.  The landlady now explained that her guest had
been naughty, then invited the young couple to come and watch her being
disciplined, reminding them of the house rules they have just been informed
of, and that they will be strictly enforced.  The other guests are taking
turns spanking Miss Mansfield, and they now exchange the slipper for a
bamboo cane, giving her six strokes each on her reddened bottom, bringing
up some beautiful purple weals on her sore flesh.  As the painful beating
intensified, Lisa was told to spread her legs, and each inner thigh was
caned as well, on the tender skin nearer to the top.  In this position, the
whole of her crotch was on display, including the two large spreader rings
wedged into her pussy and anus, and the young lady guest enquired what they
were.  Explaining that Lisa was a slut teacher, who'd been with them for
the weekend, and was checking out soon, the landlady said the rings were
part of a punishment treatment her doctor had described, for not trying
hard enough to be obedient.  Their new resident suggested that if Lisa was
a slut, perhaps they were beating the wrong side, and it would be more
effective if she turned over, and had the cane applied to her filthy cunny
mound.  Everyone agreed, and Miss Mansfield was repositioned, face up, so
that her tormentors could take turns caning the soft hairless mons,
covering it in red horizontal lines, then criss crossing them with vertical
ones.  The young woman was also offered a turn, and she laid a severe cut
right next to the spreader, hitting Lisa's erect clit, which made her
scream in agony, and also begin to pee.  The young man took hold of his
wife's neck, and pushed her face between Lisa's thighs, where she eagerly
drank the teacher's pee, before it soaked the carpet.  He apologised for
the mess his wife had caused, adding that she sometimes got overexcited,
and needed to be brought under control.  The landlady thanked him, and said
his wife would be well looked after during their stay, if control was what
she needed.

   Miss Mansfield was now allowed to dress, though without panties or bra
for the moment, and when she returned with her suitcase, she was given
instructions to arrange a further visit in two months, also she was to
select three of her youngest pupils to accompany her.  She was to inform
the school that is was to be a field trip to study marine ecology, and to
organise all the necessary forms for permission to stay Friday to Monday.

   As she left, the landlady tucked her skirt up under her waistband,
exposing her bare punished bottom, covered in purple stripes, and ordered
her not to straighten it till she left the street.  During the long walk,
several people passed by, and she heard some of them make comments, but
no-one stopped her, though the welcome breeze was cooling her burning flesh
nicely until she turned the corner, and adjusted her dress as instructed.
When she reached the station, she wanted to go into the ladies and put on
her bra and panties, as she'd been told to, but her strong sub-conscious
implants compelled her to enter the gents toilet instead.  She entered the
middle cubicle, pushing the door only half closed, so that it wasn't
locked, and after first removing all her outer clothing, she felt an urgent
need to masturbate, so began to caress her bare titties, and rub her
throbbing clit.  When she'd entered, the cubicle next to hers had been
occupied, so the thought that a man might be able to know that she was
playing with herself, drove her passion even higher.  There seemed to have
been holes cut in the partition, so she turned towards them in order to
give her neighbour a better view, if he was watching, and after a few
minutes, a hand came through one of the holes, and beckoned her forward. 
Obediently, she stepped towards the wall, her face in front of a lewd story
someone had written there, and as her soft, hairless pussy mound was
stroked by a faceless stranger, she read the account of a young local
schoolgirl being abused in this very cubicle.  The hand between her legs
had now found her erect clit, rubbing it quite hard, then moved to her
slit, but found instead, the vicious steel spreader wedged inside her
delicate entrance.  The fingers felt around her exposed private places,
testing along the edges of her gaping entrance, curling inside to feel her
stretched inner walls, then taking a much firmer grip on the device itself.
Miss Mansfield stood submissively as the steel ring was tugged about, this
way and that, whimpering as the man tried unsuccessfully to pull it from
her body, then she was pushed a short way back, and released.  A few
seconds later, the curved handle of a walking stick came through the wall,
so she stood with her legs spread as it was manoeuvred in between her
thighs, and hooked into her pussy, behind the ring inside her.  At first,
it was pulled slowly, till she was against the wall, then pushed, against
the back of the ring, to move her away.  Next, however, the walking stick
was jerked quickly forward, digging into the inside of her vaginal wall,
and slamming her pussy mound against the rough edges of the hole.  Three
more times, she was pushed back, and yanked painfully forward, then she
could feel the handle rotate inside her, as the stick on the other side was
pushed down towards the floor, and she was pinned into place.  Unable to
move from where she was, Lisa felt the man reach through one of the higher
holes in the panel, where her titties were pressed against it, and begin to
pull her flesh downwards, soon having her nipple lined up, then repeating
it on her other tit, making her bend her back to help.  In this position
both her breasts must have been protruding into her neighbors cubicle, and
she felt his tongue on them, licking the erect teats in turn, then biting
and chewing them painfully.  Just as she was getting close to orgasm, the
oral attention stopped, but fingers now gripped each swollen nipple, and
slowly pulled them out from her chest, dragging the globe of her breast
with it as the man pulled harder.  The rough edges of the hole scratched
her skin as more of her flesh was squeezed through the narrow opening, and
she could feel her breasts swelling on the other side of the partition. 
When her chest was pressed against the wall, and no more tittie could be
dragged through, the man opened his cubicle door, then pushed her unlocked
door wide open so that he could see her naked body trapped in full
exposure. Well, half was exposed on one side, and her tits were exposed on
the other.  The man removed his leather belt from his trousers, as he
explained that dirty little sluts who play with themselves in men's toilets
needed to be very thoroughly punished, and he whipped the leather across
her bare bottom several times.  Every harsh stroke made Lisa thrust her
pubis forward against the rough hole she was trapped against, and
reflexively bend her back, which dragged her trapped titties against the
jagged edges of their imprisonment.  After six strokes, the man moved to
his own cubicle, where, although she wasn't able to see, Lisa heard the
whistle of the belt, then felt the stinging pain as it bit viciously into
her captured breasts.  Despite the agony caused by the abrasive
constriction, each hard strike forced her to scrape her soft flesh back
through the opening, till at last they were free, though covered in
scratches, and she began to rub the stinging flesh.  Her tormentor came
round into her cubicle again, and ordered her to put her hands behind her
back, then bend over so he could get to the front of her body.  Miss
Mansfield said "Yes Sir", and obediently bent backwards, which, with her
suppleness, soon had her head touching the floor, and most of her weight
hung on the wooden hook in her pussy.  In her new position, the belt now
lashed her taut stomach, her ribs, and the scratched underside of her poor
titties, then right across her tender nipples.  After feeling her punished
flesh, the man stepped back to the doorway, and began to beat her from her
wide hips, down across her smooth, hairless mound, finally landing the
brutal lash directly on her stiff clitoris, sticking out from the top of
her slit, unprotected now that her hood had been removed.  With each
ferocious slash of the belt, Lisa begged the man to strike her naughty cunt
harder, as her climax mounted in her belly, the pain triggering the
hypnotic responses that her doctor had cruelly programmed deep into her
subconscious.  When her tormentor at last put away his belt, Lisa lifted
her punished body upright, as commanded, then stood on display until he
left, only then did she replace her bra and panties as she'd originally
intended, and went to catch her train.

   When she arrived back at the school, her first order of business was to
remove those heartless spreaders, that had tormented her all weekend, and
as soon as she reached the privacy of her room, she stripped completely,
and fitted the insertion handle into her steel anal stretcher.  Removing
the device required her to squeeze the levers on the handle, which opened
the ring even further, then the locking pins retracted, and the mechanism
collapsed upon itself, leaving her bottom still gaping wide open.  The
harsh vaginal spreader was next, and this was even more painful to release
as her pussy stretched wider till the locks disengaged, but when she looked
in her mirror, she could clearly see the bright red, irritated flesh of her
voluminous pussy hole.  Carefully, she washed her medical torture equipment
in her small hand basin, thoroughly dried and lubricated it according to
the instructions, then packed them into the box labelled expanders where
they were to be kept until needed again.  The weekend had been quite
tiring, and Lisa had intended to have an early night, so she performed her
assigned exercises with the electric dildo, inserted her bladder plug, then
retired to bed, sleeping soundly through till the next morning.

   Monday morning was PE with the Sixth form, all 17 and 18 year old girls,
in their final year, so Lisa always arrived early, taking up her usual
position where she could observe the changing room through the one way
mirror in her office.  One of the privileges for senior girls was more
freedom with the strict school dress code, which meant they could wear nice
undies, instead of the regulation white half cup bra, and tight navy blue
cotton knickers.  Miss Mansfield enjoyed the fashion show, as the girls
slowly stripped off their tie, blouse and skirt, playing to the mirror, as
well as their classmates, turning, and pouting, as various sexy, feminine
bras, in satin and lace were revealed.  Equally attractive panties were
also displayed, bikini, high leg, and thong, plain, patterned, and
see-through, and many were adjusted to a more comfortable fit, or a much
more revealing one.  Lisa also enjoyed watching their schoolgirl pranks,
the occasional spank to a firm buttock, a waistband grabbed at the front,
and yanked upward to slice deep into a girl's soft slit, all of which were
taken with the best humor.  Even the few girls that were held by their
friends as a longer spanking was given, only wriggled their bottoms, rather
than complaining, sticking them out further as a belt, or trainer were used
to redden their pretty behind.

   Sophie is oldest girl in the class, but she's submissive, so she is
ordered to strip first, then play with her smooth shaved pussy while the
others undress.  One by one, she has to kneel and suck all the other girls
to a climax, while her bottom is repeatedly spanked with her trainers till
it is bright red, then she is instructed to spread her thighs so her
classmates can punish her pussy with the cruel trainer as well.  Miss
Mansfield pictures herself in poor Sophie's position, being abused by these
older girls, and she soon reaches her own climax, as her fingers stroke her
slit.

   While all of her students are still totally naked, and mistreating their
little sub, Lisa walks into the changing room, and lectures them on their
unladylike behaviour, informing them that their punishment will be minimal
Gym uniform of tight shorts, and low cut vest only.  Lisa doesn't allow
naughty girls any underwear, because she says it's too restrictive, but
actually she likes the way it makes a pussy mound show through the shorts,
and young tits bounce under a vest.  Punishment uniforms are kept in a
plastic crate in the store room, so all the girls are marched into the
gymnasium while still undressed, and made to stand in a line, behind each
other.  They are so close, that there titties are pressed into the back of
the girl in front, while their bottoms and pussies rub against each other.
Miss Mansfield called each girl forward, handed her a pair of shorts and a
vest that were much too small for them, then everyone watched as they
struggled to squeeze their ample charms into the garments.  The featured
apparatus today was the balance beam, and small groups of girls were having
to practice their balance skills and stretches, particularly the splits
while they were astride, flat side of the beam first, then the rounded
side, so as to dig into their mature soft pussy slits.  A forward stretch
was included, to crush the tender clitoris, then a backward stretch to
display a camel toe in their shorts.  When it was Sophie's turn, she got
pulled down onto beam by two younger girls holding onto her legs, one on
either side of her, while Miss Mansfield was distracted elsewhere.

   The second class of the morning was the first form, 10 and 11 year old
girls, with two special admissions this year, Jenny, who was 9 years old,
and Tracy, who would be 8 years old in four weeks.  The parents of both
girls were overseas, so an early admission had been arranged for them, but
being the youngest in the school, they were often treated badly by their
classmates.  Gym uniform for the lower groups was a pink leotard,
specifically required to be very tight, and Lisa would often summon a girl
into her office to check for the proper fit.  This usually entailed a
visual check for creases in the material while the youngster stood, bent,
and twisted her body round to various degrees, then the PE teacher would
try and pinch some loose material, either on her pussy mound, or her
nipples, which were usually erect by this stage.  If everything wasn't to
regulation, then the girl would be instructed to ask her parents for a
smaller size, or the special boarders, who's parents were not easily
available, could be escorted into town, on the following weekend, to visit
the dancewear shop.  This morning's lesson had stretching to start with, in
groups of 3 girls, working on a wide splits, where two of the girls helped
the third to spread her legs as wide apart as possible.  Sometimes the
girls would have a problem achieving a full horizontal split, with ankle,
leg, and tiny cunny touching the mat, so Miss Mansfield would come over to
help them.  While they were held at the maximum stretch, Lisa would massage
the tight muscles on the inner thigh, gently at first, then as the helpers
pushed the youngster's legs further apart, the teacher would begin to shove
her thumbs in much harder.  As the straining girl moaned and squealed, the
kneading grew much more severe, and moved into her groin, even along her
cunny slit, and across her pubic mound.  Sometimes Miss Mansfield would
even pull the leotard gusset to one side, and rub the young girl's clitoris
hard with her thumb, almost crushing it, as the helpless child was
masturbated to a painful climax.  While the teacher was busy helping the
less flexible students, young Jenny and Tracy would find themselves on the
receiving end of similar treatment, from their 2 schoolmates who were
supposed to be assisting them.  In reality, they were positioned where the
teacher had a restricted view, then, while one hand pulled her ankle
backwards, the helper's other hand would assault her spread cunny.  Her
leotard gusset would be yanked tight into her little slit, then both
protruding petals would be poked, pinched, and twisted viciously.  When the
gusset was pulled aside, fingers would be pushed deep into her exposed
vagina, one from each girl, then stretched apart to agonisingly widen her
tiny straining hole.

   After the stretching routines, the girls performed one of Miss
Mansfield's set exercise sections, covering half a dozen pieces of
equipment, with jumps, vaults, and tumbles, repeating each one till they
were all tired and perspiring.  Their pink leotards became soaked with
sweat, the light material turning transparent at the crotch, so that their
prominent mound, tight slit, and puffy cunt lips were more clearly
displayed.  During the second half of the lesson, as a special treat for
working so hard, the young girls were allowed to remove their leotard, and
enjoy nude exercise, even though several of them were very shy.  Having a
group of young, naked girls running round the gym had always excited the PE
teacher, which had been her main reason for introducing the nude exercise,
but it was even more intense since her mental oppression by Dr Weston. 
After a few minutes of watching the exhibition of so many bare cunnys, the
teacher began to climax at each fresh display of pink, inner flesh, so that
her light coloured shorts became obviously wet at the crotch.  The doctor's
compulsion also prevented her from wearing a bra or panties while she was
taking a class, so her increasingly juicy pussy soaked her shorts every
time, and her erect nipples protruded noticeably through her vest top.

   Now that she was being controlled by Miss Francoise Bonarius, the art
teacher, Lisa had been instructed to allow two full afternoon sessions each
week in her timetable for the art class life drawing, and Monday afternoon
was the first of these.  She was introduced as their new model for this
term, and Miss Bonarius ordered her to walk up and down in front of the
class, so they could become familiar with the way her body moved. 
Francoise suggested that her first pose be sitting on a stool, inviting the
students to offer ideas that would enhance the teacher's display of her
best attributes.  One of the younger students told her, quite firmly, to
get the top of her blouse unbuttoned, which she obediently did, realising
that she was now also being controlled by these children.  Another girl
ordered her to show her legs, so Lisa meekly lifted her skirt well past mid
thigh, but Francoise suggested that stockings would enhance the pose, so
Lisa had to remove her skirt and panties in front of the whole class.  The
art teacher gave her a pink suspender belt, and stockings, to put on, then
replace her skirt, but without panties, then re-take her previous pose,
with the skirt adjusted to above her stocking top.  With her knees being
slightly apart, the teacher pointed out that her pussy slit was visible, in
the shadows under her skirt.  After 15 minutes of sketching, an older
student came over to unbutton her blouse some more, and arranged her bra
strap so that it was slipped off her shoulder, and the cup eased down to
display the top of one nipple.  Half an hour before the end of the lesson,
a girl from sixth form, who'd been in Lisa's gym class that morning,
suggested a new pose, which she called "Sitting on the fence".  Miss
Mansfield was positioned astride the chair back, with her skirt removed
entirely, and the chair digging into her exposed pussy slit, and then the
girl adjusted the fat outer lips by pulling them out on either side.  She
stretched them quite a long way, and they always retracted when she let go,
but when the sixth former asked for permission to staple them in place,
Miss Bonarius refused, saying it was too near the end of the lesson.  Lisa
was quite relieved to hear that, but the thought of what may have happened
if she'd asked earlier, made her squashed pussy flood at the prospect of
her soft petals being pinned to the chair in front of all these girls. 
When the class was over, she had to maintain her pose till all the girls
left, then Francoise allowed her to dismount, and put her skirt back on,
but she was commanded to carry her panties in her hand to her next lesson,
and place them on top of her desk, on full display to the classroom full of
girls.

   The rest of the day was a flood of embarrassment, as each class she went
to was able to view her panties where they were placed on her desk, and her
pussy was flooding with sticky girl juice.  She knew this situation was
only going to get worse as the term went on, and part of her dreaded what
was going to happen, but her subconscious was getting more and more turned
on.

   ( Continued in part 4 - Teacher's Losing Battle )