Girls' School Guilties

By Helene Slone

In a faculty, a teen 18yo stands out for her antics among all those which are committed by all the others students. Male and female teachers who seem to know ALSO the disinhibition of the young take serious measures to punish her guilties with sexual methods, and set an example to the whole school. Each teacher of both sex will take revenge for the girl's silly guilties...each in their own special way.

"Ms. ..., since you joined us last year you have managed to disrupt classes forty three times. You have been suspended from school twice, served fifty seven detentions for various offenses, led a number of other classmates in breaking school rules, and shown irritating levels of disrespect for your teachers. As you know, this state allows us to use corporal punishment methods, which the faculty and school board have decided to inflict upon you in the most embarrassing manner possible." The principal stated, as if reading from a prewritten speech.
"What?" cried heri. "You can't do that to me!"
"Oh yes we can." The principal said angrily. "I've had it with you, Ms. .... And furthermore, after you are caned here in front of the students, you will be punished in every one of your classes for the rest of the day! You will be escorted from class to class, to prevent you from taking another one of your unauthorized departures, and you will suffer extreme humiliation for your actions. Perhaps this will rectify some of your more glaring personality faults." The principal snarled. "Now remove your clothing."

BDSM PRACTISE AND ANY PUBBLIC HUMILIATION WILL NOT BE SPARED TO PUNISH CARNALY HER.

Once more Mrs. .... took hold of Tami's arms. The teen barely registered it, only feeling the pain from her abused bosom. Tami's hands were drawn above her head and the young girl saw the faces of Coach ... and Mr. ... Each man took hold of an ankle, the soft tender flesh .... under their hands. Together, they spread her ... stretching her wider and wider, her ... touching the table and eliciting agonizing squeals from their victim. The bare folds of her slit spread as the men pulled, allowing the gaping hold of her love to be easily seen.
The principal moved to her side with the cloth whip, intent on continuing. Standing at her breast so as not to obstruct the view of the students, he brought the whip downward, its multi-headed end knotted. It impacted with a loud crack, causing she to jerk wildly. Once more her throat opened in a scream and the crowd shouted out. The principal swung again, slamming the whip into the girls .... Streaks of red inflamed ... outward, but the soft tissue between her .... absorbed most of the abuse.
...to be continue
NOT SUITABLE FOR YUNGER THAN 18

• Language: English
• Publisher: Helene Slone
• Release date: Jul 28, 2016
• ISBN: 9781370114542

Helene Slone

Hi. I’m Helene Slone and I’ve been writing since 2005, though originally I started writing urban fantasy, contemporary romance with the years I have discovered to prefer erotic plot. So why do I like writing erotic romance? I like being able to push beyond traditional boundaries. I like dealing with women and men who are growing and evolving – questioning their sexual boundaries and pushing past them. I usually involve multiple characters as I have noticed that readers love to imagine more people who act sexually togheter . These fantasies push each border of bdsm which get populated by male and female slaves and so terrible Master and Mistress. It’s fascinating to work with the interactions inside this world. What fun to write on only one heroine/hero choosing between two equally appealing opposite sex? I like specially write about groups of several people who interact sexually and I find the scenery an enjoyable challenge. I try to keep my characters real when it is possible. I like to have Mistress and Master with whom the reader can empathize. These aren’t women and men who just jump only into bed with anyone. They find themselves in an unusual situation – something exciting and erotic – but a situation where they have to take themselves beyond their comfort level. As a result, they grow their personality as they know their true sexuality, that inhabited also by violence and unspeakable abuses. So often fear holds us back – of what others will think of us, of what we will think about ourselves – and we don’t follow our hearts. These people push past that fear.

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GIRL’S SCHOOL GUILTIES

Copyright ©Helene Slone

Published by Helene Slone Author at Smashwords

Cover Image graphically modified by Helene S.

Author’s Notes

All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

This novel contains hot erotic contents, it is only suitable for adults age 18 and up

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Disclaimer

The following is a work of pure sexual fantasy and is intended for adult audiences ONLY.  If you are under the age of 18, please stop reading NOW and go tell your parent and/or guardian that you need stricter internet supervision.  And, if you are among those who come offended by bdsm practices you are not suitable to go on this erotic novel because of hard adult content. Kindly, leave it now, you have been warned, everyone else, enjoy it as that’s my first aim.

Furthermore, all fictional characters in the following fantasy are professionals and good at what they do.  So please, don’t try this at home; if such things were even physically possible. 

Table of Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

About Helene Slone

Chapter One

The hall was slowly emptying as hurried glances at wrist watches and the large generic clocks mounted in the corridors counted down the seconds. Tami Edwards pushed through a clump of boys gossiping about the upcoming football game and made her way to her desk, pausing to smile at her best friend, Heather.

I thought you weren't going to make it. Heather said as her bright pink nails pushed her long blonde bangs out of her eyes.

Tami's mouth curled in a smiling pout. I almost didn't. Brad stopped me in the hall and asked me out Saturday.

Heather's eyes widened. Really? Did you say yes?

Tami grinned wickedly. Of course I did! She slung her book bag under the desk, smoothing her skirt down as she slid into the seat. A loud crack came from Heather as she popped her gum, a mixture of jealousy and happiness spreading across her face.

Attention ladies and gentlemen! A voice called out from the front of the room. Tami looked up to see the balding head of Mr. Mason looking out over the class. His brown mustache seemed to make up for the lack of hair on his head, and behind his back Tami and her friends frequently referred to him as egghead. The week before Easter Tami had brought a colored egg with a mustache on it and left it on his desk. The class had laughed about it for a week, despite Mr. Mason's lack of amusement.

The principal has called an assembly, to be held in the auditorium. It should only last thirty minutes. Leave your bags under your chairs, as you will be returning to this room at the conclusion of the assembly. Everyone head to the auditorium please.

Tami and Heather looked at each other curiously, and then smiled.

Want to skip it? asked Tami in a hushed whisper.

Heather shook her head. Tami! You know what happened last time! You got me in trouble!

Tami just laughed. Oh come on, Heather. You are such a baby! We can sneak away in the rush and go out to the field house. Maybe Brad will be there!

Heather just rolled her eyes. You've got Brad on the brain!

And other places. Tami said wickedly.

Whatever. All right. But we're only going to skip the assembly, okay?

Tami smiled. Fine.

Together they moved out the door into the crowded hallway. Evidentally the assembly was for the entire student body, not merely the sophomores. Tami and Heather edged away from the classmates and started down the hall away from the auditorium.

Tami? Heather? Mr. Mason's voice called out to them. They stopped and turned, Heather's face a mask of fright, Tami's smiling sweetly.

Yes, Mr. Mason? asked Tami.

Where do you think you're going? He asked, his voice cold.

The ladies room, Mr. Mason. That isn't a problem is it? Tami's voice was dripping with sarcasm.

Mr. Mason smiled suddenly. Well fortunately there is one right in front of the auditorium. You can go there. Come on ladies. Everyone is going to this assembly.

Tami's smiled faded and was replaced with a look of chagrin. Old Egghead was smarter than he looked. She sighed.

Come on, Heather. Mr. Mason is right. We can use the ones by the auditorium. Tami took Heather's arm and pulled her past the grinning teacher, who fell into step behind them.

He's following us! Heather whispered after glancing back.

Oh hush. We'll just stay in the bathroom until he has to go into the assembly. Then we'll sneak out. Tami said, her voice cross.

The two girls followed the last flow of students toward the auditorium, angling into the restroom. Once inside Tami checked her makeup while Heather really did use the facilities, her nerves still a little shaky.

Ladies? Mr. Mason told me you both were still in here. Tami jumped as Mrs. Rutger's head looked in.

Tami looked over at Mrs. Rutger, her face betraying her anger. Yes ma'am. Heather is almost done.

Mrs. Rutger smiled. I'll wait for you two outside.

Oh that's okay Mrs. Rutger. We will be out in a moment. You can go into the auditorium. Tami replied, a soft almost babyish whine coming from her.

Mrs Rutger's smile faded and she shook her head. I don't think so, Tami. I know you to well. And Heather is too firmly under your thumb to make the right decision on her own. Let's go.

Tami's fists clenched but she schooled her face into something resembling respect. Heather stumbled out of the stall quickly, her eyes wide with fright.

Come on, Tami. Let's just go. Heather said, her voice pleading.

Tami looked at her and then Mrs. Rutger. Sure. We were going to go to the assembly anyway.

Mrs. Rutger held the door open for them as they exited the bathroom and turned into the auditorium. It was a huge room, with rows of theater style seats. A large stage stretched across one end of the room and Tami saw that the lectern had been brought forward along with a large table.

The students were still talking in a loud roar, with the occasional paper ball being flung as the teachers tried to maintain order. Tami and Heather moved down the