Okay, I guess I should tell you about me? Before my story, I mean? So.
My name is Cat. I’m 27, and I’m a history teacher at a high school in a small town. The best thing about being a young teacher is that you can form a real bond with your students: I’m only a decade older than my eldest pupils. The hardest thing is maintaining appropriate boundaries. The boys in my classes like to flirt with me, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t appreciate the attention. Though I hate to admit it, there is something incredibly sexy about standing in front of a class of horny teenagers, knowing that every male in the room is undressing you with their eyes, but that they daren’t make a move on you. I love that feeling: the feeling of being desired but untouchable, the tantalisation. I love knowing that they’re trying to see down my top, or up my slightly too-short skirt. I love the idea that I am the object of their fantasies, that it’s me they picture late at night when they jerk off.
Wow, that escalated quickly. Um. I guess you want to know what I look like? I’m pretty short, but not super-tiny or anything. I have dark wavy hair past my shoulders and brown eyes. I wear glasses to read. I’m told that I’m pretty, but I don’t like my nose. My favourite feature of mine is my lips, because they’re full and a nice light pink colour. Um. I have small tits, but they’re firm so I sort of like them. I have a *great* bum and a toned tummy because I do a lot of yoga. Is that enough? I once posted to /r/nerdygw – go and choose someone you like, I look like that.
So, my story. I went on this field trip with my students to an open air museum and they had a dungeon. The kids love that stuff, bloodthirsty little beasts that they are, and so we spent some time exploring and looking at scold’s bridles,and thumbscrews, and iron maidens.
Eventually, in a little room at the bottom of a staircase, we found a set of stocks. “Miss, Miss!” one of them shouted, “You should get in there so we can take a picture of you.”
I hesitated. I wanted to play along but, at the same time, I didn’t want to humiliate myself in front of my class. “I’m not sure that’s a good idea, guys”, I said.
They hooted and jeered, “You’re just chicken, Miss” shouted one of them. That did it.
“Chicken, am I?” I snarled, and I opened the stocks and put my head and arms through the holes. Quick as a flash, one my students clicked a padlock shut. “Hey!” I shouted, and tried to pull away, but I was stuck. Another student grabbed my legs and fastened them into anklets that were chained to the floor, pulling my legs apart.
They laughed and jeered at me, and took selfies until they got bored of my telling them off, and then they all wandered off and left me behind.
I don’t know how long I waited there, but it felt like a lifetime. I scolded myself over and over. How could I be so stupid? I hadn’t wanted to look like a spoilsport in front of my students. I had been so concerned with being accepted that I had landed myself in this stupid situation. As I was shouting for help, I heard footsteps coming up behind me. “Thank God!”, I said, “My students trapped me here and ran off.”
I heard someone walking up behind me. They gave a low whistle. “Look at that”, they said. I blushed, aware that my skirt had ridden all the way up, exposing the bottom of my panties and ass cheeks.
“Hey!” I shouted, “Enough is enough, guys. Let me out now. This isn’t okay”.
A second voice said “Dude, dude, put this in her mouth!”
“Oh shit!” came the reply, “Man, you’re a genius.”
A hand appeared from my peripheral vision, holding something large and white. It pressed against my mouth and I screamed, “Get off me!”. I tried to turn my face away, but another pair of hands grabbed me, held my head still while the first pair of hands prised open my jaw and shoved the white thing into my mouth. It tasted sickly sweet and was so large that it held my mouth slightly open. It was firmly wedged between my teeth so that I couldn’t swallow properly, much less spit it out. A gobstopper.
They let go of my head and walked back behind me. They fell silent for a little while, and I could feel their eyes on me. Suddenly,I felt someone lift up my skirt, fully exposing my lacy little thong. “Oh my days! Miss is a slut!” said one of the boys. “Look at her panties. Man she must be gagging for a shagging.” They laughed at this and I felt their hands roaming my cheeks, squeezing and stroking. I wanted to shout at them to stop, but the gobstopper made it impossible to more than make guttural noises.
Fingers slid over the smooth globes of my buttocks, then pressed gently into the cleft of my ass and traced downward, feeling along my ass crack and underneath me. I felt them pressing against my pussy, feeling the shape of my lips, outlined under the thin material of my lingerie. One finger rubbed a little circle right next to my entrance and, despite myself, the feeling was queerly erotic. I was absolutely powerless to resist these young men. I didn’t even know their names. The hand grasped the material of my underwear and pulled it to one side to expose my pussy to the air.
“Oh bruv, she’s even shaved that pussy, innit?”
“Shit, man. I told you she was horny.”
A third voice spoke up now, “Let’s get them panties off her, innit.”
I struggled and kicked as they slide my panties off my legs, but it was useless. Once they had stripped me bare, they stood back to look at me. I imagined what they must be seeing. I was bent over at the waist at ninety degrees, so that my butt and my pussy were pushed up in the air, as though I were presenting myself for inspection. My mound was freshly shaved the night before, and my toned legs were held apart by the anklets so that my pink little asshole was visible.
“Fucking hell, man. That is fucking horny” said the first voice. He stepped closer, right behind me and his fingers began to explore the folds of my sex. He peeled apart my labia to expose the deep pink flesh of my cunt and probed experimentally with his forefinger. Again I felt myself growing aroused by his touch and after a minute of his tenderly fingering my canal I heard him say “I think she’s getting wet.”
This made them laugh again, and the shame set my face burning.
“Let me have a look, fam” said voice number 3. He came up behind me and placed his hands on my buttocks. He gave me a good squeeze and then spanked me hard. The shock made me moan around the candy and he chuckled at my discomfort. He spanked me again, and then pushed his finger inside my tight vagina. The feeling was so unexpected, and so good, that I moaned again, more loudly. “No fucking way!” he said and started to move his finger in and out, twisting it slightly. After a minute he stopped and said “Yo, yo, watch this, fam, watch this.” I felt his hands rest on the small of my back, pressing lightly, and then a soft warm breeze over my damp pudenda. Something snaked into the space between my labia, something wet and soft. I shuddered and involuntarily squeezed his tongue. He took his mouth away and replaced it with his finger again. He slid all the way inside me, deep into my wet canal and rubbed me inside. I melted inside, my juices flowing freely and he began to lick at my clitoris. He licked quickly, hard little laps directly on the tip of my clit. It was too sensitive and I wanted to pull away, but I was utterly trapped and within a few seconds the sensitivity turned into enormous pleasure. His finger started to move in and out of my hole while he tongued me and I quickly felt my orgasm building. Just before I was about to cum, he stopped and I whimpered and wiggled my backside at him, wanting him to finish me.
They all laughed and I heard him say “I told you, cuz. She’s a fucking skank. Look at her waggling that little cunt, begging for dick. Bruv, I am gonna fuck her so bad.”
This was going way too far. I heard his belt buckle undo, and the sound of his zip, and a rustling noise, and then he was pressing up against me. I tried to pull away from him, but he grabbed me by the hips, and forced me back onto his cock. I was already so close, and the sensation of that first rough penetration, the feeling of him sliding his cock deep into me, was enough to make me forget myself. My pussy began to squeeze rhythmically at him, milking him and he pulled himself backward then thrust deep inside again. I moaned and whined in pleasure and pushed myself back against him. I heard him grunt as he started to fuck me roughly, slapping my buttocks as he did so. He didn’t last more than a couple of minutes before I felt him twitch and pulse inside me and then his hot cum spilled out inside my womb. He pulled out again just before I came, and I moaned in frustration.
Almost immediately I felt a second pair of hands grabbing my waist, and a second twitching cock pushing inside me. He immediately began to pump in and out, I was so slick with cum and my own juices, and my pussy was squeezing him over and over. My orgasm hit after only a few seconds. I shuddered all over and my juices flooded out as I clamped down on him. “Oh fuck, man, I’m going to cum” he moaned, “I’m gonna cover this bitch in my jizz” and he pulled out and spurted his seed all over the small of my back, and over my buttocks. I felt a cooling river of semen rolling down my ass crack and over my sphincter.
I was still shaking from my orgasm when I felt yet another cock pressing up against my tight ass. I shook my head and tried to pull away, but he gripped me tightly and forced the head of his cock inside me millimetres at a time. I tightened up in fear, but he continued to push firmly but gently, and I slowly opened up for him. Once he had sunk an inch or so inside me, he reached underneath and began to rub my clit. The feeling of fullness and powerlessness were undeniably sexy and I soon felt my body reacting again. Here I was, in the stocks, feet held apart, with my skirt rolled up to expose my ass and pussy for anyone to use. Here I was being raped by my own students, without even seeing their faces. The thought occurred that I would have to teach them again, that maybe I would never know who it was that had done this to me. The thought came to me that I would still wear my short little skirts and my low-cut tops, and when they were undressing me with their eyes, they would be remembering how good my cunt felt when it sucked on the end of their cocks. I began to fantasise about being fucked by gangs of my students, bent over my own desk in the classroom, and I came again as voice number 2 shot his load into my rectum.
After they walked off together, laughing behind my back, I continued to fantasise. After some minutes, I heard someone else come up behind me. “Ma’am!” he said, “Are you okay?”
I made noises around the jawbreaker. He stood there quietly for a second, looking at the cum dribbling from my ass and ravaged pussy, still pushed up for display. “I’ll get you out of there, missy, don’t you worry.” I heard him say, “but first…” and I heard, for the fourth time that day, the quiet jingle of a belt buckle being unfastened.
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I’m Robin Goodfellow. I like bonsai, herbal tea, and writing dirty stories for people. Check my post history for a plethora of smutty submissions. If you’ve got a secret itch you need scratched, hit me up. I do this for the orange envelopes and upvotes.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/7m8mqf/a_mediaeval_device_for_corporal_punishment_and
Wow, this was way hotter than I thought it would be!
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And a lovely dollop of smut it is! Well done Sir!!