Chapter 4

Rebecca had had it. She was not going to cooperate with school authorities any more. If they wanted her naked, they would have to take her clothes off by force. What did she have to lose? Quite a lot, as it turned out.

She came onto stage and shouted out at the audience: “This is unjust! I was blackmailed to do what I did by my teacher! By Mr. Warner, the pervert! I am not going to be punished for this! I’m the victim here!”

Mr. Barton had been giving frantic instructions via radio to the five security guards, who were now surrounding Rebecca and had quickly restrained her. Carl inserted a ball gag into her mouth – she was now no longer able to say anything, just muffled groans were audible. Carl threw a questioning glance at the director’s booth, whence he knew Mr. Barton was watching the proceedings.

“As Miss Ward has been unwilling to co-operate, and has chosen to slander one of her teachers by way of ‘defense’, we have no choice but to strip her by force. All her punishments will be doubled. I am afraid that this will mean that the assembly will last longer than planned, and that this will mean some lessons will be shortened or even cancelled. I will work out ways in which to make up for this. Now, guards, please do your duty!”

The five muscular security guards quickly stripped Rebecca down to her bra and panties. They then strapped her onto the punishment horse, in very much the same position that Peter had been in for his caning: legs up and spread, secured to the upper horizontal bar. Arms tied to the legs of the punishment horse. Everybody knew that, once her panties were gone, every detail of her sex would be on show. One of two screens behind the stage was already showing a live HD feed of her (panty-covered) crotch, while the other showed her whole body.

“I will now ask for a volunteer who will remove Miss Ward’s bra.”

A sea of hands went up, most of them belonging to boys. Carl chose one at random, and a pimply, scrawny youth walked up onto the stage. Two of the guards lifted Rebecca’s upper body to allow him to undo the clasp – which he did with some difficulty. Clearly he had not had a lot of practice in this department!

While one camera remained focused on Rebecca’s crotch, the other had now zoomed in on her chest. In fact, the state-of-the-art equipment at the theater included a ceiling-mounted camera showing her breasts and face from a bird’s eye perspective.

The pimply boy was about to go back to his seat, when Mr. Barton’s voice stopped him.

“If you would like to pinch Miss Ward’s nipples and squeeze her breasts a little bit, I’m sure she wouldn’t mind! Up to you!”

Shouts and hoots of encouragement from the audience ... the boy did not think twice, gave each of Rebecca’s nipples a good pinch and started squeezing her breasts. Rebecca could not bear the humiliation, to be groped by this repulsive boy in front of everybody ... Her cries of protests only came out as muffled groans, however.

“She seems to be enjoying it. Keep going while we find a volunteer to cut off her panties.”

Again, there was no shortage of volunteers. This time, Carl chose a young girl, handed her a pair of scissors. She quickly cut the material once on each side, and pulled the panties off.

Rebecca now had no more secrets – her vagina, and bottom hole, were on display for all to see, the camera focusing first on one, then on the other.

Carl prompted both the young girl and the pimply boy to return to their seats. The show could begin in earnest.

“Ok, folks. The punishment committee, a small committee of teachers I recently set up, have handed down the following sentence for Miss Ward. I quote: ‘The miscreant shall be strapped down naked and subjected to three different punishments. Each punishment shall be chosen from two alternatives by the audience.’

Now, the fact that Miss Ward resisted means that each punishment shall be doubled. It also means that our usual ban on the use of photographic equipment is lifted. In fact, the videos you can see on the screens behind the stage will be freely available for download from the school’s intranet for the next two months.”

Cheering from the crowd. Rebecca just could not believe it. Just as she thought things could not possibly get any worse, they suddenly did!

“We come to the first choice of punishments. Option A: twenty cane strokes on the bottom. Option B: five whip lashes on her breasts.”

Cheers from the crowd.

“Let me hear it for Option A!”

Loud applause.

“Option B?”

Similarly loud applause.

“The clapometer indicates a slight preference for Option A. The punishment is doubled to forty, of course.”

Carl stepped forward, holding a vicious-looking cane.

“We would normally ask for silence to allow the student being punished to count out loud, but there’s no point given the gag. I would ask the audience to count each stroke!’

Crack!

“One!”

Crack!

“Two”

Searing pain went through Rebecca’s behind. She had thought the humiliation was worse than anything that could happen from here on in – how wrong she had been! Carl really knew what to do with a cane!

Crack!

“Three”

A short break – allowing one camera to home in on the rapidly forming red stripes on Rebecca’s white, previously unblemished, flesh. The other maintained a view of her breasts and face, contorted in pain.

Crack!

“Four!”

And so it went on. By the end, Rebecca’s butt was just one hot, burning mass of pain and suffering.

“We now come to Miss Ward’s second punishment. The options handed down by the punishment committee are: twenty lashes with a medium whip on Miss Ward’s vagina or forty lashes with a light whip on her breast. Remember that all punishments will be doubled. Let me hear it for her vagina!”

Enthusiastic clapping. Rebecca did not know which option was less awful. She just wanted to die.

“Now, who would favor her breasts?”

Again, enthusiastic applause.

“This is unusual. The clapometer has recorded the exact same reading for both. I suggest that we split it up – twenty lashes on her vagina, forty lashes on her breasts. If you agree, clap now!”

Rapturous applause. Rebecca could not believe it.

“The punishment committee did not express a view on just who should administer the punishment. I have a few ideas in mind to make things more interesting. There shall first be ten lashes on the vagina by a member of the audience, then twenty lashes on her breasts by a different member of the audience; the remainder shall be administered by Carl to make sure it is done properly.

Now, for the first punishment, I will give you the choice between my nominee and a random volunteer. My nominee is Miss Alison Cooper!”

Alison, having narrowly avoided being punished herself, but having ended up being stripped down to her (rather see-through) tights in the process, was sitting amongst the teachers, trying to look inconspicuous. She was shocked to be back in the limelight, so to speak, particularly since the second screen behind the stage had now switched to showing her, captured by another camera suspended from the ceiling.

The clapometer was not really necessary – the crowd wanted to see the topless girl whip the naked girl’s vagina! One of the guards ushered her to the stage accompanied by great applause. Carl handed her the whip – though described as medium, it looked pretty heavy to Alison!

“Miss Cooper, as Miss Ward’s view is somewhat obstructed, please show her the whip you are holding before you begin.”