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:: Go to detention.
<><><>[[You]] arrive at Mrs. Donovan's classroom to see both [[Mrs. Donovan]] and [[Ethan]] already there. Both of them are startled when they see the way you're dressed. "Parker!" Mrs. Donovan exclaims. "What are you doing in those clothes!? Just a few hours ago, you were in boys' clothes!"
You hesitate, looking over at Ethan nervously. "I'm waiting, young lady," Mrs. Donovan says sternly. Terrified, you tell Mrs. Donovan the whole story of gym class, nervously glancing over at Ethan on occasion to see his reaction, but he's surprisingly poker-faced.
"I see," Mrs. Donovan says. "Ethan, you're dismissed. It was very gallant of you to offer to serve Parker's detention, but clearly she is not the proper girl you took her to be."
"Thank you, Mrs. Donovan," Ethan says. You're too ashamed to meet his gaze directly, but out of the corner of your eye, you think you see a look of sympathy on his face. As he's leaving, he whispers to you, "Don't worry, Parker. We'll wait in the car for you until you're done in here."<>[[You]] enter Mrs. Donovan's classroom. [[Mrs. Donovan]] is writing at her desk. She looks up at you when you enter and gasps at your appearance. "Parker!" Mrs. Donovan exclaims. "What are you doing in those clothes!? Just a few hours ago, you were in boys' clothes!"
You hesitate briefly, not particularly wishing to tell her all the details. "I'm waiting, young lady," Mrs. Donovan says sternly. Terrified, you tell Mrs. Donovan the whole story of gym class.
<>"So you just let the wrestlers gangbang you, did you?"<>"So you let Sean have sex with you in front of the entire class, did you?"<>
You nod glumly. She glares at you sternly and you wilt in her gaze.<>
"All right, young lady," Mrs. Donovan says, looking you over and folding her arms in front of her. "Let me explain how we do discipline here. Shortly after the Process developed, we realized that our young men were nearly uncontrollable. So Rosestead High brought back corporal punishment. Out of fairness, we also apply it to our young ladies. <>Now I would have let you pass this time, even if Ethan hadn't volunteered to take your punishment for you. B<>I was going to let you pass this time, b<>ut given your behavior in gym class, I have decided that it is necessary in your case."
She walks over to a cabinet in the corner of the classroom and opens it. You see a fairly wide selection of paddles, switches, canes, and other implements of corporal punishment. Mrs. Donovan selects a long thin cane and strikes the air with it a couple of times.
"All right, Parker," she says. "Lean over the desk, pull your skirt up, and pull your underwear down to your knees."
[[Lean over the desk.]]
[[Beg her not to.]]<><>[[You]] arrive at Mrs. Donovan's classroom to see both [[Mrs. Donovan]] and [[Ethan]] already there. "You're late, Parker," Mrs. Donovan says sternly.
You mumble an apology. "All right, Parker," Mrs. Donovan says, looking you over and folding her arms in front of her. "Let me explain how we do discipline here. Shortly after the Process developed, we realized that our young men were nearly uncontrollable. So Rosestead High brought back corporal punishment. Out of fairness, we also apply it to our young ladies. Now Ethan here has very gallantly agreed to take your punishment for you, but I thought you should witness it."
Mrs. Donovan walks over to a cabinet in the corner of the classroom and opens it. You see a fairly wide selection of paddles, switches, canes, and other implements of corporal punishment. Mrs. Donovan selects a long thin cane and strikes the air with it a couple of times. "All right, Ethan, you know the routine." Ethan leans over Mrs. Donovan's desk and begins undoing his pants.
[[Stand and watch.]]
[[Ask to be caned instead.]]<>[[You]] enter Mrs. Donovan's classroom. [[Mrs. Donovan]] is writing at her desk. She looks up at you when you enter. "You're late, Parker, she says sternly.
You mumble an apology. "All right, Parker," Mrs. Donovan says, looking you over and folding her arms in front of her. "Let me explain how we do discipline here. Shortly after the Process developed, we realized that our young men were nearly uncontrollable. So Rosestead High brought back corporal punishment. Out of fairness, we also apply it to our young ladies. However, this is your first offense and it was a difficult assignment. So I'm going to give you a choice. I can either give you a caning and you can get out of here early or we can review your homework for as long as it takes until you seem to be getting it."
[[Take the caning.]]
[[Get help with your homework.]]<><>
:: Lean over the desk.
<><><>[[You]] lean over the desk and <>lower your jeans and underwear down to your knees.<><>lift your dress up, while pulling your panties down to your knees.<><>start to lift up your skirt, until you realize it's so short that your entire ass is exposed already anyway.
"Why am I not shocked you're not even wearing underwear, Parker?" Mrs. Donovan says.<><>lift your skirt up, while pulling your panties down to your knees.<><><><> <>You are embarrassed that [[Ethan]] is seeing you like this and you can feel your face turning red. <><>When she sees your chastity belt, Mrs. Donovan remarks, "What's this? Some sort of chastity belt? Why are you wearing this?"
"Rachel put it on me," you reply.
"That girl is impossible! Well, I'll have a talk with her, though I don't really have authority to do anything about it, so I don't think it will accomplish anything. Well, it won't interfere with the caning since your buttocks are still bare," she says.<>
You tense your body in anticipation as [[Mrs. Donovan]] takes a couple of practice swings with the cane. "All right, Parker," she says. "Here it comes." She lays into you with the cane and your ass explodes in pain. You cry out and tears immediately come to your eyes. You grip your <>pants<><>dress<><>skirt<><><> even tighter until your knuckles go white. She whips the cane across your buttocks again and you yell out even more loudly, your tears now flowing down your face.
Another couple of strokes and you haven't even stopped hollering by the time she lands the next one. She stops for a couple of minutes while you calm down and try to stop crying. She strokes your ass gently and you gasp in pain. <>"You've got a nice ass, Parker," Mrs. Donovan says. "I can see what the boys see in you." <><>She reaches her hand under you and cups your pussy, but immediately withdraws it. "Oh God, you disgusting slut!" she exclaims. "You're still dripping with come! You should be ashamed of yourself!" You shudder in humiliation and self-loathing.<>She suddenly pulls her hand back. "Oh my God, you disgusting slut!" she exclaims. "You're still dripping with come! You should be ashamed of yourself!" You shudder in humiliation and self-loathing.<><><><>She reaches her hand under you and cups your <>pussy<>testicles<>. "Oh my goodness!" she exclaims. "You're <>dripping wet<>aroused<>! What kind of a filthy slut gets off on being caned?" Due to the pain, you hadn't even noticed, but you know immediately she's right; you're painfully aroused.<><>
She returns to her previous position and delivers two more strokes<>. With the last stroke, your arousal explodes and you have an earth-shaking orgasm, humping up against the desk in a humiliating fashion, flushed from the pain and shame of it all. Mrs. Donovan just gives a contemptuous snort behind you. "If you're quite through coming all over my desk, you little slut, I'm going to give you a couple more just to ensure you remember this is a punishment and not a reward." She whips the cane against you twice more, far harder than any previous blows and you start seeing stars, the pain is so bad. She hits you once more lightly for good measure<> before finally putting the cane away. <>She walks over to her desk, opens a drawer, and hands you a towel. "Clean your filthy <>juices<>spunk<> off of my desk before you leave, please." You take the towel and do as she asks. <>"All right, Parker," she says. "You're dismissed." You carefully pull your clothes back together and walk out of the classroom, limping and wincing with every step.
<>Ethan joins you outside and consoles you as you weep uncontrollably and apologize for your <>humiliating orgasm<>reaction<>. <><>He shrugs and whispers, "Don't let Mrs. Donovan fool you. It's not that uncommon. Plus it was kind of hot to watch."
<>"Not at all. I thought you were very brave, Parker," he says. "I've seen much worse. Not sure I would have handled it better myself. I wish you had let her do it to me though. Come on, let's head home."
<><>[[Go home.|Go Home]]
:: Beg her not to.
<>"Please, [[Mrs. Donovan]]," [[you|You]] say. "Anything but that."
She looks at you sternly. "Don't you think filthy whores ought to be punished?" she says.
"I guess so," you respond.
"Aren't you a filthy whore?" she demands.
You burst into tears. "I guess so," you admit.
"Are you or aren't you?" she asks.
<>"I am," you sob.<>"Maybe I am," you sob.<>
She embraces you and you cry into her shoulder. "There, there," she consoles you. "It's okay, Parker. A lot of girls are filthy whores. You ought to be ashamed of it, but girls like you provide a vital community service, keeping everybody else relaxed and happy. So think of that the next time some boy is filling your nasty holes. Even if you end up good for nothing else, at least you can help other people that way. Anyway, I'm not going to cane you though you certainly deserve it." She hands you a handkerchief and you blow your nose and dry your eyes.
When you've collected yourself, she says, "How about we go over your homework instead?"
[[Agree.|Get help with your homework.]]
:: Stand and watch.
<><>[[You]] stand and watch as [[Ethan]] lowers his pants and underwear, exposing a rather nice looking backside. [[Mrs. Donovan]] swishes the cane and lays into his ass, raising a bright red stripe. Ethan grunts, but doesn't cry out. Mrs. Donovan has him count out the strokes and after a couple more, Ethan is crying out with each stroke.
You cringe as you see the damage being done to his bottom and can only be grateful that he spared you this. "All right, Ethan," Mrs. Donovan says after a dozen strokes, "you can pull your pants back up." He winces as he does so.
"Now," Mrs. Donovan says, "remember that homework comes first. I don't care what you two get up to otherwise. You're dismissed." With that, the two of you leave her office.
[[Go home.|Go Home]]
:: Ask to be caned instead.
"Please, [[Mrs. Donovan]]," you interrupt. "It wasn't [[Ethan]]'s fault. Punish me instead."
Ethan turns to look at you. "Let me do this, Parker," he says.
[[Insist.]]
[[Stand and watch.]]
:: Insist.
<><><>"No, [[Ethan]], you did your homework before we went on our date and I didn't. I'm the one who deserves to be punished," [[you|You]] say.
[[Mrs. Donovan]] says, "Very well, Parker. Lean over the desk<> and lower your trousers and underwear down to your knees<><>, pull your dress up, and pull your underwear down to your knees<><>, pull your skirt up, and pull your underwear down to your knees<><><>."
<>
:: Take the caning.
[[You]] really don't want to struggle with that trigonometry homework today. "I'll take the caning," you say.
[[Mrs. Donovan]] looks surprised. "Very well, Parker," she says. "Lean over the desk<> and lower your trousers and underwear down to your knees<><>, pull your dress up, and pull your underwear down to your knees<><>, pull your skirt up, and pull your underwear down to your knees<><><>."
<>
:: Get help with your homework.
<>"All right, let's do the homework," [[you|You]] say.
"Sensible choice," [[Mrs. Donovan]] says.
Mrs. Donovan begins with first principles and you finally begin to understand the unit circle and what trigonometry actually means. You do end up feeling quite stupid and embarrassed though before you finally get it. After some time, she says, "All right, Parker. You seem to be getting the hang of it. Make sure to finish this up and hand it in to me tomorrow. And don't forget to do today's homework too."
You thank her and <>start to <>head out. <>"Parker!" Mrs. Donovan barks.
"Yes, ma'am?" you respond, hurrying back.
"Would you look at what you did to your chair?" she says.
You look at the chair and notice some more semen had leaked out of you onto the chair, though it's really not that noticeable.
"Well!?" she says. "Lick it up!"
Humiliated, you drop to your knees and lick the semen off the chair. Mrs. Donovan nods contentedly. "All right, Parker. Dismissed."
Embarrassed, you walk out the door.<>
[[Go home.|Go Home]]