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Pillar of Punishment by SophiaFlorence9, literature
Literature
Pillar of Punishment
Melissa stood at the attention in the office, she knew she’d be in deep trouble after not turning up for her twelve O’ clock lessons on proper obedience and servitude. She had prepared an excuse although it was a shaky one at best, as she was making her way to class through the crowded hallways of Oak-Moor University and she had been stopped by a disturbance in the corridor, a collared submissive student, her mouth spread by a large fat ball gag was staging a hissy-fit when her owner was trying to force her into some rather sheer heels at their shared locker, the surprisingly small domme dressed in the school uniform with long leather opera like gloves adoring her arms was doing a good job of teaching her submissive the importance of servitude by striking at the other girls leg with a leather bound crop. Anyone with half a brain at the University wouldn’t dare interrupt a Domme handing out a punishment but unfortunately Melissa sensed that the excuse might not have much effect on an angry teacher. The door behind her creaks open, the sound of heavy footsteps echoes in the office, bouncing off the bookshelves lining the walls, she swallows nervously wishing she could loosen off her blue tie but she resists the urge, keeping her hands down at her sides. The foot steps come closer, directly behind her “Miss Brecken, I wouldn’t expect to see you in my office especially after last month but alas here you are” Mr Hunter rumbles, his hand grasps the edge of her skirt and lifts it exposing her black lingerie panties, his other hand runs across her bare ass feeling her supple skin, he squeezes and Melissa resists the urge to yelp as he squishes her bum “I am sorry Sir, I was held up in the corridor and couldn’t make it on time” Melissa explains hoping...praying that it might be enough to make him dismiss her “Unfortunately that is unacceptable, the school has multiple avenues and corridors, not all can be blocked in a single moment” he explains and Melissa’s heart sinks, he steps around her and looks her in the eye “Some enforcement is in order then. Stand up straighter, chest out, feet together, hands behind your back” he orders sternly practically towering over her, she obeys a tad bit slowly, pressing her leather flats together and thrusting out her upper body, her blouse tight around her breasts, the tie slithering over her chest. She squares her shoulders, straightens her head but keeps her gaze downcast as she had been taught “It seems you have at least grasped some of my lessons. Good, now what is one of the rules of this school Miss Brecken?” he asks “Punishment is the pillar of good etiquette and behaviour” she recites remembering the school rules listed on many of the walls of the corridors and in some cases carried on signs around some of the naughty submissives necks “Excellent and therefore you understand that for being late you must be punished” he informs her before stepping around the desk occupying the office, he opens a drawer and picks a few select items out. Melissa doesn’t see any of them keeping her gaze downcast and low, he steps back around something in his hand clicks and sways. “Gaze up” he orders and she obeys lifting her eyes and meeting his, he holds up a fat ball gag in his hand, a bright gleaming pink in colour, she slowly opens her mouth and he shoves it between her lips, the ball forcing her red lips into a kiss as he presses it in with two fingers before quickly buckling it in place around the back of her head, tightening it nice and secure before pushing her long brown hair back over covering the buckle and strap of the gag, she murmurs a thank you but her voice is choked up by the rubber spreading her lips and occupying her mouth. Mr Hunter returns to the desk, picking up another item and returning to Melissa. She watches as he unfolds a pair of handcuffs and steps behind her, she feels one wrist being grasped, metal ratcheting tightly around her wrist then followed by her other, he steps around her again and looks her up and down “Almost finished. Next you must spread your legs” he informs her, she shakily breathes around the pink ball filling her mouth and she spreads her legs, her heart thumping in her ears as she obeys his orders. He reaches to her hip and unclasps her skirt, she feels the soft pleated material slide free and fall down her smooth thighs exposing her crotch and panties to the teacher, he reaches between her legs and rubs against her covered slit, the lingerie providing little protection as his two fingers glide across her pussy lips, she gasps around the ball gag, her cheeks flushing bright red as he gently strokes at her. He withdraws letting her breathe around the ball gag, her heart really pounding now as pleasure trickles through her body, she can hardly focus or think straight, the brief touch lighting her insides up like a Christmas tree. Something cold scrapes her leg and she frowns, it slides up to her crotch followed by another piece around her waist. The two parts snap together with a resounding clasp. “Humphh?” Melissa questions still half dazed by the brief stroking of the teacher, she glances down and sees a shiny silver chastity belt around her crotch, a timer glows on the front....336 hours...no! She murmurs against the ball gag, her eyes widening with panic as she looks at the teacher who pushes her legs together and slides her skirt back up, covering the gleaming steel cage encasing her crotch. He re-clasps her skirt and smiles at her panicked expression as he looks up “Punishment through denial is a very effect way to control a naughty student, especially with remote settings” he shows her a small controller, something you might see for a DVD player, he presses a button and a sharp painful shock jolts Melissa through the crotch, she instinctively screams and staggers backwards, her hands straining against the handcuffs and a wad of spittle falls down her chest “Ugh!” she gurgles around the ball gag, her crotch feels tingly and aches as she moves, Mr Hunter presses another button and a soothing vibration flitters through her crotch, the vibration is light and tickles at her encased pussy making her whine as the pleasure starts to follow through her, he watches intently as the girl shudders and mews around the ball gag, her blue eyes flickering as the pleasure drives her, pushing at her, forcing her closer and closer to climax. Mr Hunter presses a button and a jolt of electricity snaps through Melissa’s crotch, fire cutting clean through the blooming pleasure warming her body. She screams around the gag with another string of uncontrolled saliva dripping down her blouse and tie, the material of the blouse turning transparent as the fluid soaks into it. “Now off to your next class, I have kept you long enough Miss Brecken” the teacher says moving past the trembling girl and opening the door, he holds it open watching as the student huffs around the fat pink ball gag, she turns and stumbles to the door, her cheeks flushed a deep red and her eyes watering from the sharp pain of the shock. He pats her on the head as she stumbles to the door, she mews in desperation, hoping for some type of relief maybe in the form of the belt being removed but all Melissa gets is a brief pat on the head before she is pushes out into the corridor and the office door slams closed. Fear trickles through her spine, her heart racing in her chest as she starts to walk down the corridor, her mind filled with fear of the shocks and her cheeks flared with humiliation as she wanders down the mostly empty corridor, she murmurs as more drool stains her blouse and she twists her wrists against the handcuffs “HEY! Hall Pass, Student!” shouts someone behind, Melissa turns, her heart thumping as a student strides up, a coiled leather bound whip in their hand and a badge on their blouse saying Hall Monitor.......
Still dreaming - of falling into the clutches of evil slave-traders, and kept in inescapable strict rubber bondage. Or was it the insane psychologist of the decrepit asylum?