This is a story based solely on fantasy

I am only female student in a class full of 19 and 20 year old students. We are between lessons and are waiting for the next tutor to arrive.

One of the more popular students comes and stands in front of me and asks in a loud voice “ when are you going to show us your tits there is much laughter and jeering from my fellow students. I try to occupy myself with reading but am soon surrounded by my class mates. There are lots of hands groping and I try to defend myself to little avail. One even tries to undo my bra through my blouse. Just as Mr Smith arrives in the class room Tom managed to pull open my blouse, tearing of all the buttons.

Mr Smith tells everyone to sit down and looks at me . “ young lady , make your way to the front.” I make my way to the board, clutching my blouse close in front of me. Mr Smith hands me a list to copy upon the black board. As I am struggeling to keep my blouse shut, hold a list and write on the board Mr Smith says in a very mayter of cause voice, that blouse is not much use to you so why don't you take it off and give it to me. As I hesitate he says, it was not a suggestion young lady but an order. I slowly take of my ruined garment and hand it to him. I carry on with the task set to me but find it difficult to concentrate or see as I have tears pricking behind my eyes. When I am finish Mr Smith has great pleasure in pointing out my spelling mistakes. He and the class decide that the perfect punishment for a slut like me is to have to take of an item of clothing for every mistake. For my first one I have to remove my left stocking, for my second one my knickers. For my third one my bra. I feel so humiliated as I stand there whilst the class discuss my mistakes. Being told to undress in such a strange order only adds to the humiliation. For my fourth one I lose my right stocking and for good measure I am told to hand over my skirt. The whole class cheers as I turn a deep red and take off my skirt.

Mr Smith tells me to take a seat and carries on with the lesson. Because I try to regain a little modesty and cross my arms on the desk in an effort to hide my hardening nipples I get told off again and have to sit straight with my hands on my head. I feel so humiliated but yet my body is responding in a unexpected way. My pussy is getting wetter with each glance or comment made.

At last the bell goes but no one moves. I gingerly make my way to the front and asks Mr Smith for my clothing. He refuses much to the amusement of the class. He tells me once everyone has left he will complete my punishment before returning my clothing. Once the last student has left I am ordered over his lap for a dozen smacks. He than opens his drawer and takes out a little bag. He tells me to sit on all four on his desk. He stands behind me and I feel his fingers opening my soaked pussy lips and he pushes something into my pussy. I am not sure what it is but it feels egg shaped. I than get permission to get dressed. As I make my way to my desk to collect my belongings to go to lunch. I am suddenly aware of a vibrating inside my pussy and I let out a suprised yelp.

To be continued