Dirty College: Real Sex Education

By Lana Cox

Mr. Peters was known as a tough disciplinarian; for demanding and receiving the best from his students. His methods of discipline were not well received from his wife (at least when he tried to apply them to her) but he had been very well regarded at Abberville Community College for 14 years. To improve education in Templeton College, Miss Harding worked hard to recruit Mr. Peters. She taught Human Biology, and had herself grown increasingly frustrated with the students attitude. Together they are going to teach and educate the generally spoiled and recalcitrant students that attended their small, private, parochial college.

Adult only 18+

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Oct 4, 2012
• ISBN: 9781300266099

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Chapter I

Mr. Peters was not particularly happy to transfer to another college. He had been teaching in the Abberville Community College for 14 years and was quite content with the commuting and benefits. Plus, the students at Abberville had been highly motivated and were reasonably bright. Transferring to the parochial Templeton Community College represented a significant drop in quality and prestige. Nevertheless, the salary offer was difficult to refuse, particularly at this stage of his life. His wife had porced him a few years ago and he was still having difficulty getting out from under the alimony.

He also understood that Templeton College had a significant disciplinary problem. Many of the students were from the wealthier families of the community and were used to getting their way. Most were not particularly motivated to learn or to study. It was perhaps Mr. Peter's duty to try to improve the standards and reputation of the school. Mr. Peters was known as a tough disciplinarian; for demanding and receiving the best from his students. His methods of discipline were not well received from his wife (at least when he tried to apply them to her) but he had been very well regarded at Abberville. The college board spoke well of his uniquely successful form of discipline. Some faculty were at first concerned about and even opposed to his techniques, but after seeing the immediate and sustained successes he achieved, as well as the praise and gratitude he received from many of the students upon their graduation, they relented. Mr. Peters in fact had won Outstanding Teacher three times over the course of his career at Abberville, although his wife did eventually lehim.

Miss Harding, a professor at Templeton, worked hard to recruit Mr. Peters. She taught Human Biology, and had herself grown increasingly frustrated with the generally spoiled and recalcitrant students that attended their small, private, parochial college. She visited Abberville on numerous occasions to learn of Mr. Peters techniques, but eventually admitted that she did not have the courage to attempt to implement them at Templeton. She therefore thought, 'Why try to mimic the master when you can perhaps have the master?' and she then proceeded to try to entice Mr. Peters to come to Templeton. Mr. Peters eventually acceded to the continued entreaties of Miss Harding. Not only did he receive a significant boost in salary at Templeton, he also had the reassurance that his methods would not be questioned or reviewed, as long as he stayed within the bounds of appropriate propriety and the ethical code of the college.

Upon his arrival he was struck with the student uniforms. Abberville had no dress code. Students simply wore what was popular or of personal interest. At Templeton, all of the students had to wear a traditional school uniform. The girls wore white blouses with black ties, plaid skirts that had to go beyond the knee, white socks, black shoes, and, of course, white panties and bras. The boys wore white shirts, black slacks, and black shoes. None of the girls were allowed to wear perfume, or excessive jewelry or substantial make-up. And certainly none of the young ladies could have tattoos! The latter was relatively more difficult to enforce. However, the students knew that the school nurse might at times be able to see under their clothes, and it was not beyond the matrons of the school to occasionally require a full inspection.

The strict dress code seemed rather ironic, given the lax standards in education. It was said, however, that Templeton made up for weak substance by excellent appearance. Templeton provided an appearance of discipline rather than a reality. And, they seemed to get away with it. The boys and girls rarely violated dress or appearance codes.

Mr. Peters was assigned geography and advanced mathematics for senior students. It soon became evident that he had his work cut out for him. These students had been attending Templeton for two to three years and it was evident that they knew what they could get away with. They did not seem at all interested in their studies, there was constant chatter and giggling in classes, they rarely gave the correct answers, and, even worse, they didn't seem to care. In fact, they often just laughed when a student clearly gave the wrong answer, as if it was all just merry fun. Mr. Peters recognized that he would have to act boldly if he was to have any positive effect on their behavior in the limited amount of time they had left.

He decided to take action in Advanced Mathematics. He had asked the students if anyone knew how to identify the unknown vector within a calculus equation. Sara Kirstin was the first to respond, which was perhaps quite fitting. Sara was one of the more difficult of the students. Sara was a very pretty girl, with long straight brown hair and quite attractive eyes. She reminded Mr. Peters quite a bit of Kristin Davis, with her wide eyes, sweet smile, and naturally good looks. Sara's breasts were not particularly large but they were perky and Sara was quite pleased with them. She really needed very little make-up. She was a bit shorter than Kristin Davis, being about 5'4". Mr. Peters imagined her as a sort-of younger version of Kristin Davis.

Sara conveyed a sense of innocent beauty, but, like the character Charlotte in Sex and the City that Kristin Davis portrayed, she was also the proper daughter of a wealthy family. She was probably a bright girl but didn't seem to have the motivation to apply her intelligence to studying. She did love to show off her good lucks, particularly when it frustrated the boys. She would often twirl her skirt to give them a fleeting peek at her white panties. She might even bend over full from the waist to pick up a mistakenly dropped pen or eraser. All of the girls knew that this could give a good show to any fortunate boy who happened to be standing behind her, and so the proper method at Templeton was to bend the knees and squat. But, giving a brief show was precisely the intention of Sara. She knew her displays drove the boys up the wall and she loved it. Each brief glimpse seemed to increase her popularity. Letting them have a quick peek was a small price to pay for their lasting attention and interest.

She never, of course, went beyond these innocent displays. This was a parochial school. Although the academic standards were weak, the behavioral standards were quite strict. No undue make-up, no perfume, and certainly no improper behavior among the students. The parents of the students were very grateful for this, and it was perhaps this special attention to the extracurricular life of the students that pleased them most. They knew what went on at the more liberal colleges. They sent their sons and daughters to Templeton so that they would remain good boys and girls.

Misbehavior was confined largely to the classroom, and Sara had one of the biggest reputations for not taking her classes seriously and for making a joke of assignments. She was not interested in pursuing any particular career. Her goal in life just seemed to be to find a man who would take care of her.

I know Mr. Peters! Call on me!

She feigned an enthusiasm, grinning broadly and waving her hand. Mr. Peters could not help but think that it was a youthful Kristin Davis trying to show off to the other students. Other girls soon raised their hands as well, but Mr. Peters felt that he would take the bait and call on Sara, as he knew that she was in fact taking the bait herself.

Alright Sara. What is the unknown variable.

She smiled sweetly and demurely, pretending to be the good little girl.

I don't know Mr. Peters but I bet one of the boys will help me and then gave him an innocent, proud smile. All of the girls and boys laughed. It wasn't a particularly funny joke. In fact, it was kind of stupid, but they were laughing with her for her mockery of the question.

Miss Kirstin, I know you think that is funny, but I have decided that I can no longer tolerate this sort of behavior. I was asked to join the faculty of this college to instill some discipline and decorum, and it is this behavior that you have displayed that is precisely what I have been asked to correct.

Sara just grinned in response: What are you going to do Mr. Peters? Spank me?

All of the students howled in laughter at that! For one of the girls to even say such a thing was a bit outrageous. It had certainly not gone unnoticed by them that their new teacher was a man, and a good looking one at that. Many of the girls gawked and giggled when they saw him walking the halls, and certainly many had traded fantasies and stories about what they might do with him if they had the chance. They all wondered if he in fact had a girlfriend. They wouldn't actually do anything if they had the chance. There were all too young for that. They were above the legal age for sex but for these young women of Templeton, spanking was perhaps about as close to sex as they would go. Only a few of them (Nancy, for example) felt they were ready for that sort of thing. So, for Sara to just boldly refer to being spanked by Mr. Peters was making public what a lot of girls were thinking. It wasn't being spanked that was on their minds with him, but spanking did at least involve contact with one's bottom.

In fact, Sara, yes, that is precisely what I am going to do. Please come up to the front of the class.

Sara's jaw dropped in horror! She couldn't believe what she just heard. He couldn't be serious. Her father would occasionally spank her but this was in the privacy of their home. Certainly he wasn't thinking of spanking her in front of the whole class. Not with boys in the room!

Her mind raced in fright and fear, but quickly she regained composure. Of course he wasn't serious. He was just bluffing. He was a new teacher and he figured he could scare them into submission. There was no way any teacher at Templeton would spank a student, and certainly not with all these witnesses.

Sara then smiled at Mr. Peters and walked to the front of the room. She even wiggled her bottom a little bit just to taunt him with the focus of his threat and to let him know that she wasn't the least bit scared. Whatever you want Mr. Peters.

The other students though were not so sure. Everyone had heard that Mr. Peters was a disciplinarian. There was a lot of whispering and wonderment as they saw Sara saunter to the front of the class.

Sara, over here, in front of my desk. Mr. Peters directed her to move in front of the desk that faced the class. He then stood beside her, his arms folded in a stern, authoritarian manner. He seemed to be at least two feet taller than her.

Sara again gave me Mr. Peters a sweet, innocent grin. She in fact was kind of liking this. It was a nice fantasy, thinking that Mr. Peters was going to spank her little bottom. She kind of liked the thought of it. He was awfully good looking, and she knew her bottom was pretty. It was a cute button bottom, very pert and round. Maybe still a little baby fat, but not much.

Okey dokey Mr. Peters, she said sweetly. She even giggled a bit as she approached the head of the class. She stood politely in front of him, clasping her hands behind her back, smiling sweetly as she waved her young breasts back and forth at him. She knew he wouldn't really spank her. He was probably just going to give her a warning, and she decided to take advantage of being in front of the class by displaying her young attractive figure to its full advantage. Maybe it would convince him to go soft on her. 

Alright Miss Kirstin, now turn your back to the students and bend over my desk.

Sara then panicked again. This is certainly more than she had thought would happen. She wasn't actually going to have to bend over in front of the other students? Her bottom would be sticking out and everything!

Mr. Peters, are you sure? She now had one hand on her mouth, a look of confusion on her face.

Yes, I'm afraid I need to make an example of you. You are one of the more naughty students in this class and in order to get some respect from the rest of the students I need them to see what will happen if they misbehave.

Sara then began to blush as she turned to face the blackboard and desk. She bent over the desk, as she was told. She still hoped that he wouldn't really do it.

Grab the front of the desk with your hands. Place your elbows on the desk.

She did as she was told, knowing full well now that her skirt had risen up to well above her knees, and her bottom was now nicely outlined by her skirt, draped over the two hills of her upturned cheeks.

Sara, I'm going to give you five spanks on your bottom. After each spank you must say the number of the spank, and then, 'thank you for teaching me a lesson.' Do you understand?

Yes sir, she said meekly.

SMACK! Ouh! Mr. Peters! Many of the students gasped in shock.

Sara? What do you say?

But Mr. Peters, that was so hard. Sara now knew that she gotten herself into something that she could not get out of, and this was not going to go well for her. Best to just go along and get this embarrassment over as soon as possible.

Alright, One, and thank you for teaching me a lesson.

That's better Sara, that's being a good girl.

SMACK! Two, and thank you for teaching me a lesson.

SMACK! Three, and thank you sir for teaching me a lesson. Her bottom was now stinging a bit and she couldn't help wiggling it. She hoped that the skirt was at least still covering her panties and the boys were not getting a free look. She was known for giving them an occasional peak but she had always been in full control. Now she was poking her bottom out at them, and even wiggling it provocatively as she was being treated like a little girl.

Mr. Peters liked that the she had added sir to her forced expression of appreciation for being spanked. It indicated that she was beginning to truly learn her lesson and to show him more respect.

SMACK! Four, and thank you sir for teaching me a lesson. Sara was now adjusting to the punishment. In fact, it didn't even really seem that bad. It was still embarrassing to have all of the students watch, and especially embarrassing to be bent over in front of everyone, but at least it was through the clothes and nobody could really see anything. 'I bet though that Billy and Teddy are getting a big kick out of this,' she thought. Billy and Teddy were too geeky boys who always liked to tease her. She will have to get even with them when this was done.

SMACK! Ouch! Her mind had drifted off and she wasn't really anticipating the last one. It hurt much more than the others, but at least it was now done. She stood up.

Where are you going Sara? Mr Peters asked.

Aren't we finished, Mr. Peters? That was five. I counted each one.

Actually Sara, you didn't count the last one, and I never did say that this would be the full extent of the punishment. I do believe that we need to step this up a notch, not only because you failed to count the last one but also because I don't believe that this was really a sufficiently severe punishment. I'm not even sure that these even stung.

Oh no, Mr. Peters, they sting terribly much. My bottom really hurts, Sara pleaded. She dramatically clutched her buns with her hands to emphasize the point, causing her young breasts to again jut out through her blouse. Her effort to convince him, however, was not successful.

No, my dear, I do believe that you are again failing to be honest with me and so I do feel it is best to move to the next level. Mr. Peters then turned her back again to the class and gently pushed her back down onto the desk. She was looking at him with a confused, pleading expression. Mr. Peters proceeded to lift up Sara's skirt to reveal her white cotton panties.

Sara gasped in shock, as did most of the other girls in class. They couldn't believe what they were seeing. The boys were equally shocked, but it was not with embarrassment. They couldn't believe their luck! Mr. Peters was going to show the whole class Sara's underpants!

Mr. Peters! No, please, don't lift up my skirt! Don't let everybody see my undies! Oh my goodness!

Sara, I am sorry that I have to do this, but it is really for your own good. I do believe that bending over in front of all your classmates was somewhat embarrassing but I don't believe that it was sufficient. You need to learn a lesson that you will not ever want to experience again. Mr. Peters tucked the skirt up into her waistline so that it would it would not fall back down over her panties.

Sara was now bent over in front of the whole class, showing off her white undies for everyone to see. And, it was quite a nice sight, especially for the boys. Sara did have a very cute bottom, nicely rounded, and well outlined by the tight white panties. Sara was mortified. She couldn't believe this was happening to her.

Sara, you should not feel embarrassed. I am sure that the boys have seen your panties before. Of course, this wasn't really true, at least they did not see them like this, but Mr. Peters wanted to convey the impression that what he was doing was appropriate.

I don't believe that these are regulation panties. Mr. Peters bent over to get a closer look, and indeed he was correct. There was lace running along the edges, and regulation panties had to be entirely simple and plain. Mr. Peters tucked his fingers under the edges to get a closer look, thereby being able to caress Sara's white bottom in the process. A few inappropriate thoughts crossed his mind.

Sara let go of the front of the desk and covered her face with her hands. She was so embarrassed. This was just awful! Mr. Peters now had his fingers under her intimate things, and in front of the whole class.

Sara, grab the front edge of the desk right now, or it will just get worse. It is already getting worse with this clear violation of the dress code. Lace is not allowed on the panties. You must know this, this being the senior class. There is no excuse for this. Why indeed would you wear lace undies anyway? What is your excuse?

Sara didn't know what to say. It was bad enough that she had to show everyone her pantied bottom but he even wanted her to talk about her underthings in front of everyone. She did feel that there was honestly a good reason for wearing them. She liked to have lace on her panties because it made her feel more pretty and feminine, and she didn't mind if the occasional burst of wind gave the boys a quick, innocent peak. She liked to flirt with the boys, and she knew that they liked to look at feminine panties. But, she couldn't tell Mr. Peters this!

I just think that they looked pretty sir. I didn't mean any harm by it. Please let me pull my dress down, please Mr. Peters. Her cute little round bottom, dressed in white cotton, laced undies was an adorable sight, particularly with her sticking her derriere out to the class, as if she was trying to show off her posterior to all of the boys in the class, and they were thrilled. The girls squirmed in their seats.

No, I'm afraid we are past that now, Sara. Once again, I will give you five smacks and you must count off each one. This time though, you must say, 'I'm sorry about my pretty white panties.' This last command did appear to be a bit over-the-top, but Mr. Peters felt that it would be a good extra touch. He could tell that Sara did not want to discuss her underwear in front of the boys, and so having to refer to them as pretty white panties would add to the humiliation.

SMACK! One, and I'm sorry about my pretty white panties. Sara felt like crying with shame but she wasn't going to give him the satisfaction. This was bad enough as it was, she wasn't about to reveal how embarrassed and ashamed she felt. At least she wasn't wearing her pink bunny panties! Gosh, how awful that would have been.

Sara would at times wear panties that were like those her mother used to buy for her when she was just a little girl. They were pink with lots of little bunnies, kittens, or teddy bears on them. She always thought they were the cutest things. When she was little, she loved to show them off to the family, but her mother finally put a stop to that when her older brothers seemed to take too much interest in them. She would occasionally buy similar panties today because it made her feel like she was again the pretty little girl that was the apple of everybody's eye. She was 19 years old but her hips and bottom were still small enough to fit into a girl's size and so it wasn't difficult to find a good selection. She was careful though not to show any boys at the college these special panties, as she knew that they would probably make fun of her. She would only twirl or bend over for them when she was wearing her white undies. She really was very lucky not to have worn the bunny panties today. Mr. Peters would have had a fit, and she would have been oh so very embarrassed.

A couple of the boys though could not restrain from laughing. Most of them were on the edges of their seats. At least a few of them were feeling the beginnings of an erection and were trying to quietly and safely hide any signs. Teddy even opened a book and put it on his lap, pretending to look at the book as he stole glances at Sara getting spanked, secretly playing with his expanding erection. Boys, I will not have any laughter. This is a serious moment. Sara is receiving a punishment that any one of you could be receiving. In a sense, she is doing this all for you.

The boys couldn't agree more. She certainly was doing something for all of them, and they couldn't be happier. What a treat. She looked so cute bent over the table, wiggling and shaking her pantied bottom at them with each smack of Mr. Peters' hand. The fact that she didn't like doing it seemed to make it all the more fun to watch

SMACK! Two, and I'm sorry about my pretty white panties. Uh oh, Sara now had a bad thought. This was horribly embarrassing, but she had to admit that it was a bit titillating. She did enjoy flirting with boys, letting them have quick peeks at her panties. This was the very reason for the lace. Being bent over like this was far more than what she would ever be willing to do on her own, but she couldn't deny that there was a part of her that liked the attention. Obviously, if there was any way that she could stop this she would, but still she couldn't deny that there was a small part of her that was getting some pleasure. In fact, she wondered if she was in fact getting a bit wet between her legs, and that was what worried her. She could feel some moisture down there, but thank goodness that her panties were loose enough in the crotch to avoid any signs of it showing.

Smack! Three, and I'm very sorry about my pretty white panties. 

You know Sara, I am sorry too. I don't believe that I am still getting the full effect of my spanking. Mr. Peters then pulled up on the waistband of the panties such that the material tucked in between her bottom cheeks. This exposed much more of her bare skin to his spanking, as well as to the students. One could in fact now see the effects of the prior spanking. Sara's cheeks, mostly the right one that had gotten the brunt of Mr. Peters' attention, were a nice apple red. The pink contrasted well with the pure whiteness of her jiggling cheeks that had not yet been spanked. The tucking of her panties into her bottom crack also had the effect of tightening them at the crotch. The soft, round bulge of her young vagina was now clearly outlined. Mr. Peters recalled the expression of camel toe, and certainly now saw how apt the expression. Miss Kirstin's cunt lips were clearly outlined. He had difficulty resisting the temptation to softly stroke the lips to see if he could get a bit of moisture to appear. However, this would clearly be inappropriate and would certainly turn the punishment into just a personal sex game.

Sara, on the other hand, was unaware of how much was being revealed. She could feel how tight the fabric hugged her young cunny, but it was possible that the boys still could not see anything. Her legs were close together, and perhaps there was enough fabric that you really couldn't make anything out. She was at least glad that she shaved down there. It would be especially bad if any curly hairs appeared. She did not like having hair down there, it seemed to make her cunny look like an old beard or something. She didn't like hair under her arm or on her legs, why should she want any hair there? This was the most feminine part of her body, and it should then stay that way. She preferred how it looked before the hair began to grow. So, she had been shaving her cunny ever since, and she liked the effect. It looked to her to still be the cute, innocent lips that she had as a little girl. It was a nice soft mound with just one simple slit down the middle. She wasn't sure if boys would prefer it this way, but she wasn't intending to show boys her cunny for some time anyway. In any case, she was so glad now that she had shaved, so at least nobody could see any ugly hairs sticking out of the panties. But, too bad for her, the boys could indeed see the outline of her cunt lips through the panties, and they were delighted with the show.

In fact, it did seem to the few students in the front row of the class that there was a bit of moisture in between her legs. There was at least some sort of darker area. They weren't sure if was wetness or what. Penny could see it, but she thought that it was probably just some sweat or urine from the spanking.

SMACK! Ouch! Mr. Peters, that stings now! Sara wiggled her bottom with the sting, not appreciating that this had the effect of showing more of her cunny to the class, as well as appearing to provide a lascivious flirtation. The wiggling was not much different than you would see from a girl who wanted you to get excited. If she only knew what she was doing, but she just kept doing it, pouting and complaining that her poor bottom stung so bad while she wiggled and waggled her largely bare tush at the boys in the class.

Indeed, Mr. Peters could himself now feel the sting on his own hand. It was definitely more effective on bare skin. Perhaps she was now in fact learning her lesson. He could also now see the wiggle of her cheeks when they were slapped with his hand. It was like smacking a very tight bowl of jello. She did have a very cute little jello butt. This was definitely becoming pleasurable to him. He began to feel a stirring in his own pants, and he wasn't too sure that he would be able to hide it from the students. He enjoyed the direct contact with her lovely bare bottom. He had enjoyed adjusting her panties in part because it allowed him to touch her sweet little butt, and now he could put his whole hand on her exposed cheeks, although only for a brief moment. He also noticed a small dark spot right in the middle of her cunny, where her lips were tightly wrapped by her undies. Maybe Sara was also enjoying this?

Sara, I did not hear the count. Both of them had in fact lost themselves in the moment, although not entirely with the same feelings.

Or, Mr. Peters, you're right, I'm so sorry, please, it was four, and I am so very sorry about my pretty panties, she gasped this quickly in the hope that it was not in fact too late, but sadly it was.

I'm sorry Miss Kirstin but I did tell you the rules and you still have not gotten the point. For some reason, you just don't seem to be getting the lesson. I'm not too sure what I should do next. I would have thought that spanking you like this would be enough but apparently it isn't. I am really at a loss. The boys new darn well what should be the next step, but none felt like it would be in their place to make a suggestion and they knew, in any case, that there was no way that it really would go any further than this. This was surely plenty good enough. All of them now had developing erections, and Teddy was even taking a chance on becoming a bit too obvious in what he was doing. Anyone looking at him could tell that he didn't have his hand under the book simply to keep it warm. He was using his fingers to lightly feel and stroke his cock through his pants, keeping his wrist and arm immobile as much as he could. Just lightly tracing and rubbing his dick with a couple of fingers was plenty enough, and he didn't want to actually come right in the class. That would be quite fun, but he wasn't sure that he could then keep it hidden. He had never masturbated in his pants before and he didn't know if the cum would in fact show through. Having a big cum stain might almost be as embarrassing for him as showing offer her bottom was for Sara. Well, maybe not that bad, but still bad enough.

Yes, well, I believe these must come down. With that unexpected decision Mr. Peters quickly and briskly grabbed the waistband of her panties and pulled them down to her knees. Sara and every student in the class gasped in shock. The girls quickly looked away, and many of them were blushing profusely. They were not only embarrassed for Sara but also for themselves. They didn't feel right looking at her like this, but also felt embarrassed to realize that the boys could see just about everything now. It was almost like they could see them as well. It was an odd feeling. They knew that their own cunnies looked much different from Sara's. It was obvious in the showers after gym that everybody had a somewhat different cunny. Penny's was furrier. She had a bit of a down cover. Wendy's cunt had a couple of folds. Tina's little clit hood poked through the lips, and Tammie seemed to have a much smaller mound than anyone else. But, still, the boys could now see what one looked like and who knows what they were now imagining about them. 

The boys though did not feel at all embarrassed and certainly did not look away. In fact, they got quite a view. They couldn't actually see everything, and perhaps not even most of it. However, one could now see some of the lips, poking through the backs of her legs as she squeezed them together. It was like she was squeezing a pink peach with her thighs, or at least one that had been slit down the middle. It was certainly much more than most had seen before, and none of them ever thought that Sara would be showing it off to them like this.

Mr. Peters! Oh my goodness! This can't be right, what will the college board say! She reflexively reached back and tried to hide her private parts with her hands. She wanted to stand up but Mr. Peters kept his hand firmly in the small of her back.

Never you mind Sara, I have complete authority to use whatever discipline I want. I was hired by this college to exact more discipline and respect from the students, and I was told that I would have free reign to use whatever methods I deemed appropriate. I have this authority in writing and I am not going to fail at my job. In any case, I am not showing the students anything that is not already being shown in the sex education classes. All of the girls have what you are showing, it is not news to them, and I am sure that all of the boys have seen pictures. If anything, this is educational for them. If any of them are taking this in any other way, then I will of course punish them as well for taking advantage of the situation in this manner. And, finally, your predicament is in fact the very nature of the punishment.

But Mr. Peters, this is my private area. No boy has ever seen it before and it is so very shameful to show it to them like this. She couldn't understand why he did not appreciate her predicament. Her naked rump was fully exposed to all of the students, even boys could see her fanny and perhaps even more.

Again Miss Kirstin, that is the point. I want you to remove your hands and again firmly grasp the front of the desk. Sara hesitated, sighed, and moved her hands away from her bottom. The crack of her ass and the slit of her cunt once again came fully into view, shamefully displayed for all the boys to see. She grabbed hold of the front edge of the desk. Mr. Peters stepped back a few desks to see for himself the view that the students had. It was a very cute sight. Sara's rosy bottom was now fully displayed, with her cunt lips shyly peeking out between her legs. With the panties down you could no longer see a wet spot, although it had never been that obvious in the first place. However, the pink cunt lips that were exposed did appear to be a bit shiny. They were not obviously wet, but the moisture that was there helped to attract the eye, as they seemed to in fact glisten and sparkle. Frankly, his only regret was that you could not see her anus as well. He imagined that it must be quite the little rose bud but, for the moment, he was uncertain how he could justify a more exposing posture.

Miss Kirstin, please get up on your tip toes. I have had some difficulty reaching down to smack your bum and it would help me if you lifted them up a bit.

It didn't seem quite fair to actually have to hold her bottom higher, as if she wanted to be spanked, but she wasn't in a position to argue and she didn't want to have this escalate any further. She went up onto her tippy toes, poking her fanny up higher and more suggestively.

Also, move your feet much back farther from the desk and bend your knees. Sara hesitated. This seemed to be much more of a sexual posture than a punishment posture. Rest assured, Miss Kristen, that if you keep your legs together the boys won't be able to see a thing. I will be sure that your modesty is protected . This was, of course, not the least bit true. Even the girls could tell the effect of this posture. Sara now had her bottom sticking out, as if she wanted someone to do something with it, or to it. She seemed to be asking to be fucked rather than spanked. In addition, the posture did have the effect of parting her butt crack a bit, and the kids in the middle of the class were now offered a teasing view of her nether hole. The boys in the middle row were delighted! They had wide grins on their faces; they couldn't hide their pleasure.

It was a pretty sight. A young woman's bottom is so tight and round. Even the ass hole of a young woman doesn't have the appearance of being an asshole through which disgusting and smelly things have passed. It's more like a flower, or a little winking eye that's squinting at you. Mr. Peters was beside himself. He wanted so much to stick something up the hole but there would be no excuse for that. At least no excuse that he could think of right now. He wished that he had thought this out more clearly in advance.

Sara was herself unsure that this posture was in fact modest. There was clearly no way of denying at this point that there was something sexual about it. She felt like she was sticking her ass out to the class so that they could stick things in it. She just hoped that it would end as soon as possible. But, she could feel that she was now getting wetter. This added to her embarrassment but she wondered how could a girl not get wet doing this? All girls liked to show off, especially Sara, and Sara was putting on quite a display. Even better, she could deny that she found any pleasure in it whatsoever. Afterward, she would tell everyone how embarrassing it was and how much she hated it. All of that would be true. She did hate it. She was terribly embarrassed (she wondered if in fact that was where the word came from). She wanted this to be over so badly. But, she could not deny that there was a little part of her that enjoyed it. She knew that afterward most every boy in college would want to date her and that she would be one of the most popular girls. In that regard, Mr. Peters was actually doing her a favor. She was becoming popular without having to take any responsibility for it. But still, it was so shameful. Even Billy and Teddy were probably getting a good view! This she would never live down. To have these boys be able to see so much of her was just awful. 'They better not say anything about this later,' she thought.

Teddy in fact had to stop playing with himself, at least for the moment. He could feel that he was getting close to cumming and that would not be good. He was also close enough to the back of the class and to the side of the room that he couldn't really see into Sara's crack without leaning way over. He was becoming too obvious. In fact, Nancy, in the next desk over might have figured out what he was up to. He was so intently staring at Sara's butt that he did not at first notice that she was looking at his crotch. But, now he could tell that she had noticed. Her eyes were wide and it was clear where she was looking. He crossed his legs, took his hand out from under the book, and looked rather shamefaced. Nancy, however, cracked a little smile, knowing that she had caught him playing with himself.

Mr. Peters now resumed the punishment. We will start again at one Miss Kirstin. This time say, 'Please don't make me show anything more.'" That was a statement she had no trouble saying, although she didn't like bringing up the topic for everyone to hear.

SMACK! Ouch! One, and please don't make me show anything more. With her bottom now fully exposed and jutting out, his spanking was indeed more painful. The skin was quite tightly stretched, the cheeks were parted, and her butt was ripe for the smacking. With the first smack, she could not help herself but to bounce around and wiggle, revealing much more of her wet cunny lips and bung hole. Even the boys in the back could now tell that there was some sort of wetness.

SMACK! Two, and please don't make me show any more. She managed this time to keep her legs together, but in doing so her panties fell down to her ankles.

Miss Kirstin, I do not want you to let your panties fall down this far. We do not want you to get fully out of your clothes. That would be indecent. You must at least keep your panties around your knees. Do you understand?

Yes sir, I'm sorry sir. Mr. Peters then pulled the panties back up to her knees, but it was evident that the only way to keep them there was for her to spread her legs a bit, thereby exposing more of her cunny. This was just getting worse and worse! Now she wondered if it had been a good idea to have been shaving down there. If there had been some hair, then they wouldn't be able to see so much of her. She was now terribly exposed and bare, her most private area on display for the pleasure of all of the boys in her class.

As Mr. Peters pulled her panties back up, he could clearly see that she was now quite wet. He wanted so much to stroke and fondle her cunny but he dared not. There was simply no rationale or compelling reason to do so, at least not one that would not obviously be for sexual pleasure. He did take his time returning her panties to her knees, and he spread her legs farther apart ostensibly so that they would keep the panties in place. As he was doing so, he enjoyed the very close view he had of her cunt and even the anus. He was now beyond hiding the fact that he had developed quite an erection and he was concerned that somebody in class could see it. However, he also knew that all of the students probably had their eyes fixed on Sara's backside.

Maybe all of the boys, but not all of the girls. Tina was in the front row, middle aisle, the closest to Sara's bottom. In this sense she had the best view but it was at times blocked by Mr. Peters, blocked right where he was most concerned. Frankly, it was impossible for her not to notice his penis, as it was right in front of her and she could clearly see a bulge in his pants. She was fascinated by it.

Tina was one of the more innocent girls in the class. She was not at all experienced in matters of sexuality. This wasn't because she was unattractive. She was in fact a very cute girl, with wavy brunette hair, small pursed lips, and large eyes covered by the spectacles her mother had bought for her many years ago. She reminded Mr. Peters of a young Sally Field with glasses. Tina felt that the glasses made her look book-wormish but her mother had reassured her that boys like cute girls in glasses.

In any case, Tina had thought she noticed something sticking out in Mr. Peters' pants early on, but she wasn't sure. However, as time passed the bulge clearly grew bigger and bigger. A couple of times Mr. Peters made a passing gesture with his pants to try to move his erection before it became too evident, but that only made it more apparent to her that there was something there that he was trying to hide.

Tina was delighted. She had not yet seen an actual hard-on before. To have one this close to her face, and one that belonged to the handsome Mr. Peters was a real treat. She put her hand to her mouth and giggled modestly at the sight. A real hard-on! The girls often talked about them, and some of the girls had seen them already. This was the closest so far for Tina.

Mr. Peters did not seem to notice her reaction, as his attention was elsewhere, and so she just watched it grow and grow. At times he was standing right in front of her, with his pants not more than inches from her face. When he swung back to spank Sara, Tina hoped that he would perhaps slip and fall into her, maybe she could even then possibly touch it. But, she new that this was not realistic.

She looked around the room to see if any of the other girls had noticed. It was hard to tell. Many of them were still keeping their heads down. Embarrassed for themselves as well as for Sara, they tried to avoid looking. Penny, sitting across the aisle from her in the front row though seemed to be looking as well. Tina caught her eye and they giggled. They knew what they were looking at, and it was funny indeed! Mr. Peters had a hard-on in class!

SMACK! POOT! 'Oh no! I farted,' Sara realized. All of the tension, all of the spanking, and the odd posture. She had lost control of herself and it just came out. It wasn't loud, in fact it was just a silly little poot, but it clearly happened and there was no way of taking it back. The boys howled in laugher, and even a few of the girls giggled. It was funny, there was no way to deny that, but it was clearly not funny to Sara.

Sara! Did you do that? Did you just release your gas in front of the whole class? You have your panties down, you are sticking your butt out to the class and you just farted at them?

Sir, I am so sorry, it wasn't on purpose. Honestly, I didn't want to do it. I didn't even know I was going to do it. It just happened. I am so dreadfully embarrassed and sorry. I won't do it again. I will control myself. Please don't mention it again.

Mention it, Sara? I can smell it. I can't ignore this. It actually wasn't a bad fart. It didn't smell that bad. It wasn't like a grown man's fart, or even a boy's fart, fed by lots of fatty, greasy food, and beer. It was just a little pop that released a fleeting puff of a mild odor. The smell lasted little longer than the noise. But, it gave Mr. Peters the excuse he was looking for.

No Sara, we can't have this happen again. This was most disrespectful, and I can't help but think that this was intentional. Any good girl knows better than to pass gas in public. I'm sure you don't do this when the doctor looks into your bottom do you?

Was this a question she really had to answer? 'I have to talk about this?' she wondered. In fact, she didn't even recall a doctor ever even looking in her bottom. Why did he have to keep drawing attention to her derriere, and now even to her anus. Thank goodness nobody could see her anus, she thought. At least her little private poop hole was hidden by her butt cheeks, so she thought.

Well, it won't happen again here. Mr. Peters than moved to the front of the desk and bent down to look for something in his lower desk drawers that could solve the problem. This was also a good opportunity for him to surreptitiously adjust his pants to hide his erection. He didn't dare do it in front of the students. He did try a couple of times to make a small adjustment, but he knew that this could have even drawn more attention. So, as he was browsing through his desk drawer, he moved his erection so that it was more straight up, no longer pushing out down his pants leg. It was still there, and he really didn't want to lose it, but perhaps it was no longer so readily evident.

He also found what he was looking for: corks used to plug flasks. This was perfect. The corks were narrower at one end for easier insertion. There were even different sizes of corks so he would not have much trouble finding a good fit. He was pleased with himself. He looked directly in the face of Sara. Her face was just above the desk drawer. She gave him a sweet, pouting look, pleading with him to take mercy on her. He smiled at her and showed her the corks. She look dismayed and mouthed, Please Mr. Peters. He said, Don't worry Sara, I will be gentle. He stroked her cheek. This will be good for you; now you won't embarrass yourself again.

Mr. Peters got up and went back around to the front of the desk. He paused to take in the pleasant view of Sara's sweet butt. She was still on tip toes, her feet well back from the desk, sticking her butt high up into the air. Her legs were partly spread to keep her panties up. Her puckered anus was waiting, perhaps even twitching a bit in nervous anticipation.

Mr. Peters kneeled down behind her. Sara, it would probably help me if you spread your cheeks for me. I could do it myself, but I don't want to take undue advantage of you and I might need both hands to get these corks to go in. It's really up to you.

Sara groaned. Now she had to spread her cheeks?! How can this be true? She thought there would be no way that she would do that. I mean, wasn't he suppose to help protect her modesty? What could be more revealing than spreading her cheeks? If she did that then everybody would clearly be able to see everything!

However, perhaps that would be better than the alternative. If she made him do it, then he would be handling her bottom cheeks, feeling them in all sorts of ways. At least if she did it herself she would be in control. And, it would probably not take as long if she helped out. Maybe by being so cooperative he would also end this sooner for her. She certainly did not want him to raise the stakes once again.

Sara let go of the front of the desk, balanced herself by leaning her head sideways onto the top of the desk, reached back, and spread her cheeks.

The class gasped. It was quite a sight. Sara Kirstin, one of the prettiest girls in the class was spreading her cheeks open for everyone to see inside. Even the boys at the side of the room could now see. Teddy was perhaps most pleased of all. He couldn't stop himself. He moved the book back to his lap and put his hand underneath. This was just too hot. He had to play with himself.

Sara's little poop hole was completely exposed, and it was very pretty. It was red with curled lips that curved around the very small opening. It was difficult to imagine anything of any size going in or out of that little hole, but apparently it was possible. Sara's face was almost as red as the hole.

Thank you Sara, that was very helpful. You've earned some consideration for your cooperation. Now, let me see which one should I put in. Mr. Peters pondered Sara's anus for some time, much to the annoyance of Sara and the pleasure of the boys. Mr. Peters was trying to decide if he should put in a small one. He knew that a big one would be more difficult to get in, but a small one might just go all the way in and then it would be difficult to get it out. He also wondered if he should first wet the hole. He certainly didn't want to cause her any pain or discomfort, but he didn't have any lubrication. What to do? He knew what he would like to do, but that would be over the top. He turned to Tina. Tina, do you have any hand lotion or any cream of some kind?

Yes, Mr. Peters Tina replied. Her voice was a little squeaky. She was feeling a little excited. She noticed when Mr. Peters had come back from the front of the desk that his erect penis was no longer sticking down his pants, 'Or, should I say boner,' thought Tina. In any case, it was now sticking straight up. This apparently had given the penis more room to grow even bigger. It wasn't so obvious as before, but she now had a better sense of how big it must be. Mr. Peters was indeed a very manly teacher! It made her nervous to even speak to him. Hopefully he hadn't noticed that she could see it. She certainly didn't want to end up like Sara, although maybe that wouldn't be so bad if it was just Mr. Peters and herself. She might not mind him playing with her naked bottom.

Tina quickly searched her purse for her hand lotion and handed it to Mr. Peters. She smiled sweetly at him as he reached for it. Their hands briefly touched and Tina felt a little light headed. Just thinking that she was now participating with a man in such an intimate act, a man with a big hard-on that she could plainly see, was very exciting to her. Will this do Mr. Peters? If not, I can get something else for you. The class laughed at this. It wasn't entirely clear what was so funny about what she said (what could she do for him?) but the fact that she wanted to be so helpful did appear to be funny. Tina blushed when they laughed. Tina, this is very helpful. This is precisely what I need. You are being very sweet and helpful.

Thank you Mr. Peters. I just want to help. The last sentence almost didn't come out, as she was a bit breathless.

Mr. Peters then turned his attention to Sara, who was becoming very impatient with their conversation. It was very awkward not being able to use her hands to brace and control herself as she was bent over the desk, and it was doubly hard for it to be her own hands holding open the crack of her ass. She knew that the boys were getting a big show and she was not at all happy that she was herself spreading her cheeks for their amusement. However, she soon regretted that his attention was now turned back to her anus. Mr. Peters first squeezed a dab of lotion onto his right index finger. The tube made a squirty, squishy noise as the lotion came out, causing again some adolescent laughter. It wasn't hard to imagine where the noise could have come from instead. Mr. Peters then turned to face Sara's butt and carefully dabbed it directly on her anus. 

Sara's eyes widened in horror. My goodness! This was getting very personal. Nobody had ever touched her there before. She even felt embarrassed to touch herself there. In fact, she wasn't even certain she had ever touched herself there except to wipe herself, and even then she had used a tissue. Now there was someone else touching her right on the poop hole with his bare finger. The sensation was shocking. It was both invasive yet also kind of stimulating. 

Mr. Peters began to massage her anus with his finger. He wanted to make sure that it was well lubricated, but he also enjoyed it so much that he wanted to make it last as long as possible. It was good fun. It was such a personal thing to do; so private in many respects but then so public with the whole class watching. And they certainly could not take their eyes away now. Even the girls were watching closely, with some of them squirming a bit in their chairs, imagining what it must feel like. Tina was especially riveted on the display. She began to squirm in her seat, imagining that Mr. Peters was doing this to her. The thought was not at all unpleasant for her. She wouldn't want him to do it in front of everyone else. That would be mortifying, but it might be fun to have him play with her poop hole in private. If only there could be some sort of reason for making him do it. In the meantime, she was delighted to be sitting so close.

Do you want me to hold it for you Mr. Peters? Tina asked, gazing admirably at him through her school-girl glasses. The class again laughed. This time Tina realized right away what they were thinking, and she quickly blushed. How embarrassing. She didn't mean that at all! Of course she didn't mean that. Nobody but her and Penny even seemed to know that he had a hard-on. She certainly didn't want to give away to Mr. Peters that she could see it. She didn't want to embarrass him. She just wanted to please him.

But, maybe that wasn't what the class was thinking. They could just be laughing because they were all so nervous themselves. At least Mr. Peters didn't seem to take it the wrong way. 

Mr. Peters smiled at her. He could tell that she was a bit flustered. Her blushing was obvious. No, Tina, that won't be necessary. However, this is probably all that I will need. If I need anything else, you will be the one that I will certainly ask. This drew a big smile from Tina. She wouldn't mind being the teacher's pet of Mr. Peters.

Mr. Peters than turned his attention back to Sara's cute buttoned hole. He felt that he had massaged the outside long enough and now pushed his finger into the hole. Sara gasped Ohhhh my, Mr. Peters, oh my! Many of the girls again turned away. They were so embarrassed for her. The boys hearts were pounding. "It's ok Sara, much bigger things