Chapter 10: Betty

Paul led her into their next class. It was history with Mrs. Brooks. The teacher began by announcing that today they were going to talk about slavery. "What does slavery make you think of?" she asked. She got the usual answer about slavery of Africans in the U.S. and slavery in the ancient world. "What about slavery in the modern world?" she asked.

Most of the students didn't know. She continued by asking them what it meant to be a slave. Then she called on Jennifer. "Jennifer, come up to the front of the room and tell the class what you think it means to be a slave."

At first Jennifer didn't know what to say. She knew Mrs. Brooks had a reason in calling her. Jennifer made her way to front replaying the question in her head each step of the way. What does it mean to be a slave?

Jennifer couldn't decide if she wanted a book definition of a modern slave or a more first person definition. She gave in and let her instincts take over. She let the definition come from her heart rather than her mind.

"To be a slave is to be secure. To know that someone will always show you the way. To know that someone out there cares enough about you to take care of you and in return you do what you can to make them happy and making them happy in return makes you that much happier. To know you will never be alone. To set yourself free from the world and live in your own. To be free, that's what it means to be a slave."

She didn't know if that was what the teacher had been hoping for but she hadn't given that definition for her. She had said it for Paul. She wanted Paul to know how she truly felt and that was her perfect chance to do so without anyone other than them really know what she was talking about.

Paul was stunned. He blinked back tears and tried not to let anyone see how moved he was. The rest of the class was divided. There was a hushed silence and then whispers. The girls were mostly smiling and then one of them started to applaud. The other girls soon joined in and then the boys, some of whom clearly had no idea what they were applauding.

Mrs. Brooks cleared her throat and then said, "Alright boys and girls, calm down." She turned to Jennifer and said, "That wasn't quite what I had in mind but it was OK." She turned to another girl and told her to come up and try.

When Jennifer had returned to her seat next to Paul, he reached out and squeezed her hand.

She was glad Paul had gotten the message. She leaned over so she could whisper into Paul's ear without being heard. She waited until the teacher had her back turned. "I meant every word. I'm yours." She finally had come to terms with it in her mind. She needed Paul.

Paul was once again deeply touched. He started to let his mind drift. The idea of Jennifer in chains, kneeling at his feet, was wonderful. He turned to look at her. She had accepted that he was truly her Master. There were many things he wanted to try but, as the teacher droned on, he realized that he couldn't just be a king, he also had to deal with getting through school.

She didn't even hear what the next girl's definition was but she knew it had more than likely been what the teacher was looking for. "Whose house are we staying at tonight, your dad's or mine?" She didn't know what Paul wanted to do.

Paul continued to remain silent as he thought about it. He wondered what his parents would think if he brought her home with him. His mother hadn't said anything about him staying with her last night. "We'll go to my house tonight after school. It's not like you need clothes or anything." He smiled at her. "I think we'll keep you naked." Paul was getting hard just thinking about having her available for him to use any way he wanted. He decided to take it very easy on her spankings for the rest of the day in school. He wanted to really let her have it later and he didn't want to risk any injury.

Then the class was ended. Once again the kids waited to touch her when she left the classroom but Paul stopped them. They had music appreciation next which was a class that Paul really liked. They both went in and sat down.

The teacher announced that he would like them to listen to some music but as Jennifer was supposed to appear before the class from time to time, he would like her to dance to the music in any way she wished.

The first time she went up she was nervous. She had never really danced, she was never big into it like most girls. She merely tried to move to the beat but that wasn't what the teacher wanted.

"Jennifer, I told you to dance to the music not walk to it." She was embarrassed but knew she was going to be made to dance one way or another.

"I know, Sir but I don't actually know how to." This confused the teacher, everyone knew how in some form or another.

"You have to know how. Do you need a reminder?" She got what he meant and she didn't feel like being spanked.

"No, Sir but I do have an idea. If someone could dance with me I could try and follow along with them."

The teacher turned his attention to the rest of the class. "You heard her, I'm sure there is a volunteer out there. Who would like to dance with Jennifer and give her a helping hand?

Jennifer waited to see how many hands would go up.

Paul raised his hand. "Mr. Rushworth? I have a suggestion." When the teacher invited him to go ahead, Paul said, "In our history class, we were talking about slavery. I was reading on the Net about a dance called the whip dance that was used with slaves. They didn't really use a whip, just a piece of something soft to symbolize it and then the slaves would dance to emulate being under the lash. Suppose you have the girls undress and join Jennifer and the boys can all make lashes out of string and rulers and the girls can dance for us?"

There was a breathless silence as the entire class waited for the answer. Then Mr. Rushworth said, "I think that is a capital idea, Paul. Girls, you have a choice. You do not have to participate in this project but if you do not, I will consider it lack of initiative and any girl who does not will be spanked and put to the head of the list for NUDEP. So it's up to you."

The girls looked at each other absolutely horrified. A few had accepted the likelihood that they would be enrolled in DUDEP eventually but hoped to put it off as long as possible. Some of the others were ready to fight but as they saw their peers begin to stand up and unbutton and unzip, they sighed in resignation and decided it was much better to do it in a group than to be singled out the way Jennifer had been. At least this way, the "whip" would be only pretend.

"Come on, girls, let's get going," said Mr. Rushworth.

Dresses, tops and skirts began to come off as the boys watched, their mouths open and their eyes everywhere. One girl asked if she had to remove her shoes and was told, "Everything off." The girls got down to just bras and panties and then there was a general hesitation. Mr. Rushworth said, "The last girl to be naked will receive a spanking."

Now the hesitation stopped for nearly all the girls except Betty. She was bright red with embarrassment and couldn't bring herself to remove the bra from her very well developed chest. She had the biggest pair of boobs in the class and was very self-conscious about them. The last of the other girls slipped out of her panties and stood naked next to her desk and poor Betty was still in her bra and panties.

"Well," said Mr. Rushworth, "it appears we have a reluctant young lady here. I think that a bit of motivation will be good for you, especially since I am going to recommend you for NUDEP next week. Now come over here."

Jennifer was surprised by Paul's idea. Jennifer looked around the room. Most of the girls had complied with the teacher, mainly out of fear, she could tell. She added up the number of kids in the room and it about came out even. There were fourteen boys and seventeen girls. It was a fairly large class but that would at least take the attention off her for awhile.

She knew the boys wouldn't mind having a few extra girls. She didn't quite know how the dance went but hoped she could learn fast. Jennifer glanced around the class as the rest of the girls finished undressing. Some were more developed than she was and that she was happy about. It would mean more eyes on them and less eyes on her.

She stopped looking around when she came across Betty. They had once been good friends but with time came new friends. Still, she didn't want to see her get spanked but knew now there was nothing she could do.

Jennifer made her way back to Betty's desk. "You know, you should have just done as everyone else did. It would have been a lot easier in the long run." She gave her silent friend a pat on the back. "You need to go on up to the front before you make him more angry." Jennifer stepped back giving Betty a clear way to the front.

Betty couldn't stop wondering, Why me? She was glad her old friend did show some concern about her situation. Betty had stage fright. She knew everyone was watching and waiting for her to move but she couldn't even feel her feet.

Betty wasn't moving fast enough for Mr. Rushworth's taste. "Jennifer, would you please help Betty down here."

Jennifer looked from Mr. Rushworth to Paul then back to Betty.

"Yes, Sir" Jennifer took Betty by her arm. With a gentle push, she was able to get Betty moving.

Betty had finally gotten to the point where she was able to talk again. She turned her head toward Jennifer, who was still leading her toward the front. "Why are you taking me down there? I thought we were friends!"

Jennifer felt hurt when she heard her friend's angry tone. "We were friends. Not that we aren't now, just we separated. As for why I'm taking you down there, I have to. I can't disobey an order from a teacher or from Paul. That would only lead me into more trouble. If I hadn't done it then we both would have been in more trouble."

Once at the front, Jennifer let go of Betty's arm. "Here she is, Sir." and she stepped back, walking toward where Paul sat.

Betty could feel her eyes starting to swell. She knew what she had done to herself by not doing what Mr. Rushworth said. "Please don't turn me in to the program. Please! I promise, it won't happen again." Even as she said those words. she knew it was a lie. She couldn't fully undress in front of all these people.

"Now, Betty," said Mr. Rushmore. "Take off your bra and panties so you can get your spanking."

Betty's eyes filled with tears. She just couldn't bring herself to strip naked in front of the class. All of the boys were watching and she could feel their eyes on her. She tried to cover up even more, covering herself with her arms.

"Betty," said Mr. Rushmore, "if you don't do as I say, right now, I am going to ask the boys in the class to help me."

Betty yelled, "NO! No, you can't do that." She started to dash out of the classroom but the rest of the class moved in the way of the door and she couldn't get out. She started to panic and tried to push through the crowd but the teacher was insisting that the boys in the class hold her. Betty struggled and found herself in the grip of a dozen enthusiastic adolescent boys who were pulling on her skimpy undergarments, eager to see her stripped. A final shriek greeted the loss of her bra and panties as they were pulled off in shreds. Naked, she was handed back to Mr. Rushmore.

The teacher got a good grip on her arms and pulled her, still struggling, over his lap.

"NO!" Betty yelled again as she tried to put a hand up to ward off the impending spanking but Mr. Rushmore simply grabbed both of her wrists in his strong hands and pulled them up on her back. Then he started to spank as the poor girl kicked her legs and squirmed.

Jennifer just stood back and shook her head. She leaned her head towards Paul so she could whisper without being heard. "If she had given in, it would have been so much easier on her. Now she is going to have a week of what would have only lasted a little while." She turned back towards Betty and watched as she got what Jennifer had received several times already.

Betty was at a loss for words. She no longer knew what to say. Everything she had believed about school rules and policies had just been torn to shreds. She had resorted to trying to kick or hit her way off of his lap. She couldn't do much, though, with her hands being held, but she was doing the most she could.

She knew she would be laughed at for the rest of her school life, or at least that is how she felt. She had never been so humiliated in her life. "Stop it! You have no right to hit me!" Tears had started to run down her face as she could no longer fight back.

"No right?" said Mr. Rushworth. "Well Betty, I think this has just moved up to the level of defiance. I am going to deal with you tomorrow. I want you to think about that." With that, the teacher smacked the paddle down hard on the student's quickly reddening bottom.

Betty thought her bottom was on fire. Tears were flowing freely now as she tried to cope. She no longer cared about being seen naked. All she wanted was for the spanking to stop. She started to apologize but it didn't do any good. She was totally helpless. Then a miraculous transformation started to occur. She had no idea why but her very helplessness seemed to be putting her in another place and time.

She no longer could feel the students around her. The emotions she had been feeling seemed to fade away. Even the noise the class was producing seem to quiet down in her mind. She didn't know what it was but it felt strange. On the one hand, she wanted the spanking to end but on the very dominant other hand, she wanted it to continue, she wanted to keep the feeling she now had.

Then, as if a shock occurred, she came back into reality. She knew the spanking would soon end but she didn't care. She tried to think of a way to make him continue without really getting herself in trouble but was coming up empty. She knew, if she did something really bad or even a little bad, he would refer her to the program.

Mr. Rushworth could sense Betty responding to his spanking. He was a bit stunned. Her reaction wasn't at all what he expected. He gave her a few final swats but then he stopped. She looked at him strangely as he helped her to stand. "Betty, I will see you after school, is that clear?"

"Yes, sir."

"Now that you are ready to cooperate ... You ARE ready to cooperate?" he asked.

Betty had no idea what was taking over in her mind but she was ready. Then as she thought about dancing for the boys watching, she felt a blush come over her but at the same time she found herself tremendously aroused. And then her very arousal embarrassed her and that aroused her even more. But what could she do? she thought.

"Yes sir, I will cooperate." She felt tears come again and she had absolutely no idea why.

She joined the other girls and Mr. Rushmore put on some music with a strong, pounding beat.

"Girls," said Mr. Rushworth, "you will dance and you will keep your hands above the level of your shoulders at all times."

The girls began to dance as best they could.

Jennifer really didn't know how the dance was meant to look, but, as she looked around, she realized all the girls were as clueless as she was. All had their hands above their head doing whatever they thought would get the most, or least, attention, depending on who it was.

She noticed Betty was really getting into the spirit of it. She drew in most of the attention and, for some odd reason, that made Jennifer's stomach twist. She wanted some attention as well. She was so used to having it now, she was afraid of losing it.

Jennifer was at a huge disadvantage from not knowing any dances but knew she had to do something to draw the attention back to her. She threw together a random concoction of different dance moves that she hoped would draw her more attention.

She had lost track of Paul. She didn't know what he was doing or where he was. It was now a battle. She wanted the boys watching her but knew that would be a challenge with Betty giving it her all.

Paul was fascinated by watching all the girls struggling. None of them had any idea what to do but it was still fascinating to see the girls he had gone to class with now standing there showing their all.

Mr. Rushmore let things go on like this for only a couple of minutes. Then he said, "Alright guys, now this is the whip dance. Paul, I know about this so let me instruct. You boys aren't going to use real whips, just the props that you have. What I want you to do is move around and use the whips liberally to get the girls to move how you want them to.

"Girls, when you feel the stoke of the mock whip, just react to it as if it were a real whip. Writhe in pain and try harder to please the one who is guiding you."

The boys quickly got the idea and began to enthusiastically flail their harmless whips. The girls, realizing they were not actually going to be hurt, responded by acting as if they were being tortured. At first the whips fell on the girl's backs but then the boys got smarter and began to focus on other areas. The girls then responded by rubbing the areas hit and things progressed from there.