Ms Main turned to the two girls standing behind her.
"Miss Tomsky, you haven't had prefect orientation this year yet, right?"
"No, Ms Main."
"Then I can still teach something this lesson to you. As most of you probably know, the prefects at least should, is that while this school's rules are already very loose, there are some restrictions for underage students that don't apply when you reach eighteen. Miss White, you are over eighteen, right?"
"Yes," Rebecca whispered. What the fuck is she planning?
"Great!" She turned back to the prefects. "One of the punishment methods that's only allowed for adult students is the tickling of sexual area."
With that, she hovered over Rebecca with a long, stiff feather in her hands. Rebecca's eyes widened. She had to try to plead.
"But you already tickled my..." pussy, she wanted to say, but she noticed herself "...vagina! Please..."
"I've tickled your vulva," the teacher interrupted. "I haven't touched your vagina. It looks like you will need some tutoring in biology. And it was just part of the shaving protocol. Explicit tickling of the labia is only allowed for minors in certain cases. One thing that's never allowed, however," she said, and Rebecca could hear the excitement in her voice," is the tickling of the clitoris."
It took a second until Rebecca registered what was about to happen.
"NO! Please, you can't touch me there, it's really sensitive!"
"I know it's sensitive, dear," Ms Main cooed. "Now we're going to see if it's ticklish as well. Now, I don't want to be unfair. I shouldn't tickle you there just for being late. But, I think you said a certain word beginning with F five times. So maybe I will tickle your clit for that. Say, twenty seconds for each. Miss Tomsky, Miss Maire, why don't you take a seat?"
The two girls sat down in the first row, and Ms Main rolled the table she was lying on, until it touched a student's desk. While she couldn't see them from the position she was in, Rebecca could feel the looks of her classmates on her private area.
"Please, can't you at least roll me back? It's really humiliating."
But she guessed that was part of the idea, since Ms Main didn't even bother to answer her. Instead, she used one hand to pull back her hood,
"This little button right here is the clitoris," she explained to the class, in the most natural voice ever. "It's slightly enlarged, that's probably because Miss White is aroused. Miss White, I'm afraid you'll have to do a tickling fetish test later this day. But for now, Miss Tomsky can start the clock."
With that, she touched the tip of the feather to Rebecca's clit.
"HHAAAHHAAHAHHAHAAAHHAAHHHAHAHAHAHHHAAAAAAAA."
Rebecca couldn't hold back her howls as the feather wiggled over her most sensitive area. It was a million times worse than anything before. It felt like every single nerve in her body shut down, except for her clit, and the only feeling she experienced was the hellish dance of the feather.
"EEEEEEEEHEHEHHHHHHHEEE::: PPPHHHEHEEEELLLLEEEEEEEEEASSSESEEEEEEEEEE, no, please, anywheeEEEEEEEEEEEHHHEERREEEEE, but," but there, she tried to say, but it tickled too much to speak.
She looked up and she saw a devilish grin on the face of Ms Main, as she tortured her clit. She lost all control, she was thrashing around in her bounds, she screamed, she laughed, she was...
"PPPLEEAAAAASEEEEE...", she shrieked, when she realised what was going to happen, "SSTTTTTTTTTTAAAAAAAAHHHPP, I... I need to pee!"
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