The uniform policy violation [FFff] [nipple torture]

I should have added these two tags to the top: [nc] [exhibitionism]

Hello! This is an excerpt of a complete scene from my text-based game. This is not the first scene so it probably requires some background information before you get started: You are the principal of Saint Mary’s, a financially ruined all-female college. Fortunately, an anonymous benefactor offers to keep the school afloat so long as the students and teachers perform lewd acts. That’s probably all you need to know! I’ll put more info in a comment.

As you walk to the gym you think, Mrs. Ball is an interesting character. Although you can blackmail her with the knowledge of her crimes, there’s never been a need. There were rumors of her sadistic perversions even before you needed to encourage it for financial gain. Truth be told, a month ago she was a few days from being fired but then the Anonymous Benefactor turned her behavior from a liability into an asset.

She is about 40 years old and has a fat and disgusting body. It is odd that someone so unfit would take up a career in physical education.

Her face isn’t much better to look at either. The one thing she has going for her are her well endowed breasts. But even they are a little saggy.

“Morning, Principal Shepard”, she calls to you. “We’re about to get started here.” She blows into her whistle and the students line up in front of you.

“OK class. Today we’ll be doing stretches and a light workout. And while that’s going on, we’ll simultaneously be doing uniform inspections.” The students can’t hold back a groan.

Ah, yes, the uniform inspection. This is a common technique the teachers use to instill discipline. The uniforms and their policy change frequently at the request of the teachers. You notice they become more humiliating as time goes by but usually approve their requests anyway.

For PE the uniform is actually quite tame. You’re unsure why Mrs. Ball picked it, but she usually has something up her sleeve. The girls are wearing very baggy T-shirts and white shorts.

Mrs. Ball unnecessarily blows the whistle again. “For the first stretch, I want you to put your hands on your hips and bend forward at a 90 degree angle. Keep your legs and back straight and look towards me.

Now you start to get the idea. As the student’s bend forward, gravity pulls their baggy shirts down and gives Mrs. Ball a “down blouse” view.

“5… 4… 3… 2… 1…”, Mrs. Ball counts down slowly as her eyes dart around from student to student. “OK, next exercise. 50 jumping jacks.” halfway through the jumping jacks Mrs. Ball whispers to you, “I force them to wear regular bras which aren’t really built to support them when they’re doing strenuous exercise like this.”

When everyone has finished, Mrs. Ball tells them to do a 180 and perform a downward facing dog. That’s when you spread your legs and touch the floor with your palms. A row of white shorts face us and their stretch exposes a little bit of buttock. More importantly, gravity slides the baggy shirts off the students’ backs. For most of the students the shirt catches on their necks and goes inside out around their arms. It looks like they are halfway through the process of taking their tops off. Everyone’s bra is exposed and the shirt creates a natural blindfold over their heads.

Mrs. Ball’s evil plans are now revealed. The jumping has shifted all the under garments and the standard bras are not designed to hold the breasts in place.

Mrs. Ball paces back and forth. She looks down at the chests of each of her students at a distance. Then something catches her eye. “Is that you, Jesse?” The student confirms that it is. Jesse’s left breast has slipped out of the bra and is fully exposed. She is the bustiest student in the class which puts her at a huge disadvantage for this inspection.

Mrs. Ball stands up and addresses the class: “Everyone but Jesse get up and form a circle around me. Who can spot the uniform violation?” She waits a few seconds then says, “Hmm?”

A student timidly answers, “Her boob slipped out.”

“That’s right,” Mrs. Ball continues. “Do you know why we have uniform policies that forbid exposed breasts? Because they distract from the learning environment we’re trying to cultivate.

“Case in point: I had to put the entire class on hold for this. I can’t focus on my class with one of these -“, Mrs. Ball lifts her leg and taps her shoe on the underside of Jesse’s exposed breast. It wobbles and a faint dirt mark is left behind . “- in my face.”

Mrs. Ball turns around and walks to a duffle bag against a wall of the gym. She drags it back to the students then rummages around and pulls out a red clothespin. “As of now, these will be placed on any uniform violations to hide it from our view. It seems like there’s a uniform violation in every class and I’m getting sick of it. Maybe some pain will get through to you because being nice sure hasn’t worked.”

Mrs. Ball kneels on one knee and lifts the breast away from the ground. It was surprisingly heavy and taut. But the problem is Jesse’s nipple is not at a great angle to apply a clothespin. To fix this, Mrs. Ball squeezes her hand and applies pressure with her thumb to form a crease in the breast. She smiles at the obvious discomfort this causes Jesse, but it had done its job: The breast has folded upward and the nipple is now in view.

She grabs a red clothespin and applies it carelessly to Jesse’s nipple. Jesse gasps and jolts her breast away by shifting her weight, but the clip has already secured itself. She shakes her breast a few more times while screaming through her shirt. When her brain catches up to the idea that the shaking isn’t helping, she stops. It is only making the pain worse. Her screams subside and she resorts to gritting her teeth and breathing heavily through her mouth. A few more seconds pass and you can hear pathetic whimpering from behind the shirt.

Because the clothespin is applied so carelessly, it is not completely attached to the nipple: Only a corner of the clothespin is making contact with the skin. “This isn’t completely covering your vulgar nipple. We’re going to have to reapply it.”

Mrs. Ball can easily take the clothespin off by pinching the back to loosen it, but that isn’t her style. She knows if she pinches the front hard enough, the clothespin will squeeze the nipple out.

When the teacher pinches, Jesse screams without regard for who is listening. The students sympathize with the pain and have to look away. You notice one of them rubbing their own breast. Mrs. Ball slowly increases the pressure on the side of the clamp. Finally, Mrs. Ball squeezes the misaligned clamp so hard that she pushes Jesse’s nipple out of it. Jesse makes a large grunt and sigh of relief when it comes off. A thin sheen of sweat has formed on her body and the corner of her nipple has already started to bruise.

“Good, now don’t move this time.” Mrs. Ball crushes the breast in her hand as hard as she can until her hand starts shaking a bit.

“Gah!”, Jesse screams.

“Patience!” Mrs. Ball scolds. She attaches the clothespin a second time. Jesse screams just like before and just like before her natural instincts make her pull away, but Mrs. Ball has a tight grip around the base of the breast.

“Shhh shhh shhh shhh,” Mrs. Ball gently shushes. Then in a more assertive tone, “I need you to calm down. I can’t inspect it when you’re trying to move. Good. Katie, I need a hand. Hold this for me so my hands are free to inspect the clip.”

Katie takes a knee beside Mrs. Ball as fast as she can so she will not be punished. Mrs. Ball instructs, “Squeeze it like I am so I can see if the nipple is visible.”

“Hmm.” Mrs. Ball inspects her work. The clothespin is pointing straight out from the nipple and seems to be fully attached this time. But how much of the nipple can be seen from the side? She pushes the clothespin flat to one side of the breast and looks at how much nipple is exposed through the clip. Then she pushes it flat to the other side of the breast to check if the nipple was more exposed on that side. Jesse’s breathing intensifies as her nipple is stretched.

Mrs. Ball looks back to talk to you, “Sorry to bother you, Principal Shepard, but would you mind finding a ribbon in my duffle bag?”

You walk to the bag and see an assortment of tools that can all be very dangerous in the hands of Mrs. Ball. You spot a ziplock bag with a ribbon and some tiny scissors and pull it out and walk it over to her. “What seems to be the issue?” you ask.

“On the sides of the clip, the nipple is still exposed.” She pushes the back of the clip to the side of Jesse’s breast again so you can see first hand. There is a noticeable bruise on the tip of her nipple.

“The school’s reputation is at stake. We need to cover that up.”

Mrs. Ball nods and you hand her the ziplock bag. “OK Jesse, stand up now so I can apply this.”

As Jesse stands up, the baggy shirt rests in a coil on her chest and her face is now exposed. She’s flushed bright red from being upside down for so long and you can see some tear trails from her eyes to her forehead. She sniffles and wipes her sleeve on her forehead.

“Katie, pull her shirt back so it doesn’t interfere.” Mrs. Ball opens the bag and cuts off a long strand of pink ribbon. She puts the middle of it over the top of the clothespin and wraps both ends around and around until there’s very little slack left. Then she ties it in a knot over the top of the clothespin and pulls the knot as snug as it will go.

Jesse’s grits her teeth, stiffens her arms, and wiggles her fingers to help adapt to the pain. The snug knot has made the clothespin pinch harder than it would be able to on its own.

Mrs. Ball smirks at her handy work. She faces you and asks, “Is this up to your standards?”

Mrs. Ball elbows Katie who knows what to do. She grabs her friend’s breast with one hand and moves the clothespin from side to side like her teacher had earlier. “Very good work,” you say. “Mind lifting it up a little higher for me, sweetie? Thanks. I can’t see any nipple. Now we should be able to resume class without further distractions.” You smile at Mrs. Ball as you say this.

Mrs. Ball hands you the ziplock bag with the ribbon and scissors. “Is this for me?” you ask.

She hesitates and you realize she probably expected you to put it back in the bag for her. After thinking about it she shrugs and says, “Sure, I’ve got plenty of others in the bag anyway.”

She faces the class and blows her whistle. “Alright. Time for you Lazies to run a lap. Jesse, you’re going to run two.”

She starts sobbing as she pulls her shirt over her exposed breast and clothespin. As she runs you can see the clothespin outline undulating behind her shirt. Every step seems to give her great pain.

You walk over to Mrs. Ball and say, “Thank you for letting me watch your class. I don’t always agree with your methods, but I’m always impressed with the complex outcomes you get from such simple devices. Keep it up!” She nods at you and smiles.

Back at the office you decide to type an email to the Anonymous Benefactor.

“Dear Anonymous Benefactor,

I just came back from the physical education class and Mrs. Ball is doing a good job whipping those students into shape (figuratively… for now). But, I’d like to change the PE uniforms. They’re baggy and unflattering. They’re so bad it’s no exaggeration to say that in today’s class they caused a distraction.

I’d like to buy some clothes that are more form fitting for the students. The only problem is that we don’t have the funds to pay for new uniforms. Would you be interested in donating for this cause?

– Principal Shepard”

You send the email and do some paperwork. Within the hour you get a reply:

“Dear Principal Shepard,

I’d be happy to donate for that cause. You’ll get your money before the week ends.

-AB”

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/6lqlx3/the_uniform_policy_violation_ffff_nipple_torture

2 comments on “The uniform policy violation [FFff] [nipple torture]

  1. I hope you liked the story. If not, constructive criticism is welcome! As I said, this is part of a game. This is actually one of three potential outcomes for this scene. Also, that ziplock bag of ribbon gets used a lot in later scenes.

    If you’re interested in more stories from the game, you can find more info here: https://www.patreon.com/AcademyOfFetishes The game is totally free and has 50k+ words at this time. The next release will bump that to over 60k.

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