Chapter 2: Monday - School

She quickly got out of the car without telling her father goodbye, grabbed her bag and closed the door. So far, so good, everyone was in their classrooms. She knew she would have to check in. She walked over to the check-in desk and signed her name.

Then, from behind the counter, she heard "So our first official NUDEP student has arrived."

Jennifer once again felt the heat in her face rising, about matching the heat in her rear. "Not willingly."

She made her way down the hall to her homeroom. She stopped at the door and took a long deep breath. She then slid the door open.

As she was entering, her teacher announced her presence. "Ah, and here is our guest of honor, late as usual, I see."

At this point she felt like lunging out of the nearest window. All eyes were on her and any self confidence she had had, dwindled away to nothing but ash. She had to force her feet to move.

"Don't even go to your desk, Drop your backpack right there and come up here to my desk."

"Could this day get any worse?" she had to ask herself. She complied with her teacher's orders, knowing she couldn't blame it all on her father and get away with being late.

Before she knew what was going on, she had been pulled over her teacher's lap. "Paddle was just delivered today. Looks like I get to break it in on you."

Jennifer winced, knowing everyone in the entire class was getting a fine look at her less photogenic side. Her body was betraying her. With all the attention, her slit had become more wet.

"Looks like someone already did a job on you. This is really going to smart over that."

The paddling came quick and hard. She didn't know how many times she had been hit but it hurt and left tears rolling down her face. "Now, are you going to be late anymore?"

"N-no, ma'am."

"Go grab your bag and wait by the door, the bell will be sounding any minute."

Jennifer quickly ran to the door and grabbed her bag.

"We are going to have to do something about that hair, it's too long. I'll be notifying your father this afternoon about that."

What was just a few minutes seemed like an hour in her hell. Finally the bell rang and she ran out the door, tears still on her face. Her next class was math and in all the excitement, she had forgotten that Paul was in her next class. He WOULD see her like this.

She didn't want to go to the classroom but she didn't want to remain in the hallway, either, since it was a 'touch' zone. She quickly made her way there with as few hands touching her as she could. She took an unoccupied seat in the back of the room, hoping to go unnoticed. "Yeah, right. Unnoticed." She shook her head, knowing that would be next to impossible.

Before long, the class was about to begin and most of the eyes were on her. Then Paul walked in. He took the empty seat to the left of her. He glanced at her and then sat down.

"Could you do me a favor and don't look at me?" She couldn't sit still in her seat. "This is hell Paul. I don't think I can make it."

Paul gulped. His throat was dry. On the one hand, he was really sorry for Jennifer's humiliation but on the other, seeing his girlfriend naked like this was giving him a tremendous hard-on. He snuck a peek at her. Her tits were magnificent. They stood up firmly as she was so young but still very well developed. He didn't know how he could resist copping a feel later when everyone was free to touch her. He didn't like the idea of anyone else doing it though. On impulse, he whispered to her, "I will walk with you between classes to keep the others away."

She looked at him gratefully. "Thank you," she whispered back. Unfortunately, just then the teacher happened to be looking her way.

"Jennifer, there is no talking in class. Perhaps you had better come up here."

Blushing once again, Jennifer was forced to come up to the front of the classroom with every eye focused on her. She covered herself as best she could with her arms, knowing that the teacher would probably make her stop but wanting to postpone the awful moment as long as she could.

One of the boys called out, "Nice boobs."

"Michael," said the teacher, "perhaps you would like to be our next DUPEP student."

The boy immediately shrank into his seat and kept quiet.

Jennifer's blush deepened. She was immensely self-conscious about her highly developed breasts and tried to minimize them whenever possible and here she was, every boy's eyes fixed on what she was trying to cover.

"I can see you are very shy about your chest, Jennifer," said the teacher. "I can see no reason for that. Let's just let everyone have a good look, shall we? Stand up straight and put your hands behind your head. Elbows back, chest out. Now turn so everyone has a good look."

Jennifer was ready to die and hoped the Earth would just open and swallow her up. She closed her eyes so she couldn't see the stares.

The teacher walked over and saw this. "Open your eyes, dear. It's time for you to cum for the first time."

"What? Please, Mrs. Brooks, not in front of everyone." Tears of shame were rolling down Jennifer's face.

"Right now, Jennifer, or you will receive another spanking."

"I can't. Not like this. Everyone is watching." The tears continued down her face and showed no signs of stopping.

Mrs. Brooks gave a quick double swat to Jennifer's bottom end causing her to yelp. It reignited the earlier pain and the students seemed to find it amusing to see someone cry out from a simple swat. "You will cum. Right here in front of anyone. If you do not, you will get a more intense spanking with the ruler."

At this point, she wanted spontaneous combustion to happen to her. The idea of burning alive seemed better than the hell she was going to have to face. "Now, Miss Jennifer!" Mrs. Brooks reached behind her desk and pulled out one of the implements that had been delivered to each classroom. This one was an overly long ruler with dull edges. It was made to hurt but not damage the skin.

Mrs. Brooks walked closer to Jennifer with this implement. Jennifer couldn't stand the thought of getting hit any more, her bottom was already sore enough so she could barely sit quietly. "Please don't hit me, I'll do it. Just don't hit me with that."

"Then you had better hurry. I have given you plenty of time already."

Jennifer's tears had reached a climax but she couldn't disobey. She was in so much pain as it was, physically and mentally. She slowly moved her hand into position and began. All the attention on her had apparently affected her body subconsciously and it didn't take long for her to cum.

Just in time, she remembered what her father had told her. "I'm ... I'm ... I"M CUMMING!"

"Good girl Jennifer, you may take your seat. Wait! Stand there one more second and face the board."

Jennifer was too humiliated to care what the class saw anymore. She couldn't even speak in an audible tone anymore.

"Hands on your head and bend over the table."

Jennifer knew where this was going and she didn't like it. She wanted to scream out, to beg for mercy, but all that would come out when she tried was a squeak or a sniffle. "This is for giving me so much trouble."

The teacher quickly hit her across her bottom with the ruler. She gave it time for the impact to fully register and set in before she laid the second one on her. Jennifer's crying couldn't get any louder and her tears were about all gone. Mrs. Brooks continued in the same fashion as the first two hits until she got up to eight. "It would have been an even dozen but you did comply. Now go and sit down."

She knew everyone was watching her, some even laughing at her. No one would dare whisper though. They knew Mrs. Brooks would gladly have them in the program and over her knee in a matter of minutes. Jennifer made it back to her seat and her crying had somewhat subsided. Mrs. Brooks had begun teaching the class, though Jennifer had no idea what she was talking about. All she cared about was the fire raging in her butt. She thought maybe Paul could fill her in later on what was being taught.

The class seemed to fly by after that point, with stares, snickers and all. Once the bell rang, Jennifer jumped up out of her seat.

"Sit back down, you can leave after everyone else has gone." The teacher knew it would just further her humiliation, having her out in the hall when all the other people were. "And remember class, this a 'touch' time for anyone who cares."