"Now normally I'd write you up, and then you'd receive your punishment in your free time. But, since this is your first day, I think I can make an exception, and keep your record clean for now. If nothing else, it will remind your classmates what happens when they misbehave."
What? What sort of punishment is she talking about? Is she going to spank her? Or...
"Ms Main!" The blonde Tomsky's hand shot up. Dear God, I pissed off the wrong person, Rebecca thought.
"Yes, Miss Tomsky?"
"If she's new, she probably hadn't had a grooming check."
"Very good, Miss Tomsky." She turned to Rebecca. "As you have probably seen, our school expects its students to look and behave impeccably. Part of that look is adequate grooming. Since you're a young woman, I assume you already vax or shave quite often, am I right?"
"Yes."
"Even your pubic hair?"
"Wha- I mean..."
"Miss White, if you plan on mouthing off, please think of the consequences. One world will suffice. Do you have any pubic hair?"
"Yes," she whispered.
"I'm afraid that has to go. Please remove your skirt."
"What the fuck? No!" she spit. What was that woman thinking? She's not gonna go half naked in front of the whole class in her first day!
"Miss White, this is your second time disobeying a teacher and cursing in less, than ten minutes. Either you'll do as you're told, or you're going to the principal."
Multiple of her classmates averted their gaze as they heard the word 'principle', which told Rebecca what the better choice was.
"I'm sorry," she said, in her best 'good girl' voice. "Please, Ms Main, don't make me take my skirt off in front of the class."
"Now, that's much better. See? You're learning fast. But students of this school shouldn't question teachers either. Please take off your skirt."
She did. She stepped out of the remnants of her dignity, facing away from her class, feeling twenty three pairs of eyes on her naked ass. She tried to tuck her shirt down, but she was acutely aware that it wasn't nearly long enough.
As she was standing there, Tomsky and another girl rolled in a table from somewhere.
"Please lie on the table, face up," Ms Main instructed.
She was aware that getting on the table without showcasing her pussy was impossible. So she decided to just climb on, as quick as she could, probably giving a peak for at least some people in the front row. Once she was on, before she could cover her privates, Tomsky grabbed her wrists, put them above her head, inside something that felt like leather cuffs. At the same time, the other girl and Ms Main each grabbed one of her ankles, pulled them apart, and tied them down.
"No! What are you doing! You can't fucking do that," she howled, completely aware that it will get her in trouble, but she was past caring.
They didn't seem to care either. Ropes were brought out, and her captors tied her shin to her thigh. They also pulled up her blouse, and secured her body with a leather strap across her stomach. After they were finished, they turned the table towards the classroom. Fuck! Now she was practically unable to move, she definitely couldn't close her legs at all, and her literal vagina was open for all the class to see.
Then Ms Main, still in her cheery voice, explained that she was going to shave her. At this point, pleading wasn't going to help, so she just lay there silently, face red as a beat, and let the woman put water and then shaving cream on her bits. At least with her between Rebecca's legs, her classmates' view was blocked.
She already shaved, just not all of it; she always left a strip of hair on her pubic mound. She liked the style. Well, not anymore, apparently.
Ms Main's steady hands started shaving her, carefully ridding her pubic mound of all hair. But she didn't stop there, she also did her lips, even making sure that her inner labia were completely hairless. She was very anal, it took almost ten minutes before she was completely satisfied. Then she washed the remaining shaving cream off with wet cloth.
After she was clean and dry - and exposed, for fuck's sake -, Ms Main took out a small glass bowl filled with some yellow liquid.
"This is lavender oil," she said. "I'm going to apply it to your skin, so it softens up, and you won't become rusty ten minutes after shaving."
Rebecca expected her to rub it into her vulva, but instead, she grabbed a small paintbrush, dipped it into the oil, and started brushing her pubic mound.
"NOOHOHOOHHOOOOOOOHOO," she cried, as the brush made contact with her skin. "IT TIIIHIIIHCKLEEES..."
"Yes." She dipped the brush again in the oil, and continued brushing. Rebecca screeched. "There are three kinds of punishment in this school." Swoosh, swoosh.
"PPPHLEEEAASEE STOOOOOOHP," she howled. Ms Main didn't listen.
"Corporal punishment is only used in rare occasions." Dip. Brush, brush. Shreek. "There are laws that limit its use too much." The brush danced on her sensitive skin.
"EEEEEEEHHEEEEEEEEEEHEEEEEEEE..." She was desperately trying to close her legs, but the cuffs and straps held them in place.
"As you probably agree, humiliation is also very effective."
"Please," she pleaded, while Ms Main was oiling up the brush for another attack. "I'm sorry. I'll be good, I'll... EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE..."
"Yes, you will," she smiled, as she continued Rebecca's torture, her hands skillfully tilting the brush in just the right way to make it unbearable. "The most common way of punishment," she continued, ignoring the girl's laughter and screaming, "is tickling. I see you're very ticklish..."
"AAAAAAAHHHAAAAAAAAAHHAAAAAA..."
"...so the remaining thirty minutes of this class are going to be difficult for you."
Did she say thirty minutes?
"No, no, please," she begged when Ms Main stopped again for a second. "You can't do this for thirty.... FFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHCK," she screamed when the brush made contact again.
"That profanity will earn you further punishment," she said.
Dip, brush, brush....
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE..."
She had no idea how long it took Ms Main to finish her pubic mound. It felt like she'd been at it for days. Rebecca was panting, her cheeks hurting from the laughter.
Ms Main dipped the brush in the oil one more time.
"What are you doing? You did the whole... EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE...." The brush stroked outer labia. It was ten times worse than her mound. "Fucking hell," she spit when she got a moment to rest.
Ms Main didn't say anything, just continued brushing her lips with tiny, precise strokes, each one making her howl with laughter. Her flicks came almost rythmically, but not quite, each one when she least expected it, on the area the most sensitive. Rebecca knew she was ticklish of course, she had been tickled, but she had no idea that her pussy was ticklish too, especially not this much.
The final nail in her coffin came when, when she had tortured every inch of her bald outer labia, Ms Main used one hand to spread her pussy, and applied the brush to the inner lips.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOO, PPPPPPPPHLEEEEEEEEEEASSSSSSSSSSSSSSEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, I CCAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNTTT," she tried to plead, to no avail.
Her inner labia were more sensitive than the outer lips, although not more ticklish. They tickled like hell, but she could also discern every single hair on the brush, as they poked the sensitive area. She now used long, slow strokes, titilating her soft lips. Rebecca laughed and screamed and swore, none of which convinced Ms Main to cease her torment, or even hurry up. If anything, she seemed to take even longer to do one area than before.
But, when Rebecca honestly thought she was going to faint, it stopped.
"Please, let me go now," she pleaded, as soon as her breathing slowed down enough to let her talk.
"Let you go? But I've just finished your shaving. You still have to be punished for your profanities and disobedience."
"No, please, you don't understand, this is torture..."
"If you liked it, it wouldn't be punishment, would it? Although," she posed for a moment, "some part of you seems to enjoy it."
Rebecca didn't understand what she was talking about at first, then she turned even redder than she already was - although there wasn't much room for improvement there - when she realised that in fact she did get a bit turned on. She couldn't believe it! Was she really enjoying this? Being spread in front of the whole class and having a woman brush her pussy for hours?
"Please, can you at least put my skirt back on?"
"No. You'll get your skirt back when we're done. Now, we've talked enough. Time for your punishment."
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