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They were punished for the length of their absence, of course. Strapped over their desks with their skirts lifted up and hands and ankles tied to the metal legs. Every other student in the class was instructed to take a wooden ruler and strike it across each of their backsides as they left to go for lunch. Some of the blows were harder, some were softer. By the end their sore and reddened ass-cheeks couldn’t tell much difference. Jesse could feel tears welling up in his eyes at the barrage… and the distinct sound of Lizzy yelping and sniffling near broke his heart, each squeak she made being really all his fault.

Yet, Suzy and Franceska hardly seemed phased at all by the treatment, with the lewd moans the former made giving the distinct impression he might be enjoying it more than suffering. While the latter made absolute certain to tease each participant with a gleeful “Thank you, lovely!” Purposefully drawing out a sort of arms race as they each tried to strike her harder and she stubbornly made efforts to only sound more cheerful about it. Then the four of them were just left alone, unable to move… with the glowing hills of their ass-cheeks left to cool in the open air. It was oddly uniting, to be trapped there like that… segregated from all their classmates as they presumably enjoyed a meal together somewhere downstairs. Each dealing with an equal stinging rear in their own way.

Franceska cracked jokes, drawing out a delightfully clear peal of laughter from Lizzy and cheering everyone up. Suzy burbled about the pleasure of a certain patch of sunlight on his bare butt, half delirious from the joy of being spanked it would seem, but utterly sincere in pointing out the small pleasures of sensation that this situation drew your attention to. Jesse laughed and chatted along with them all, realising he had never encountered such a quick and easy kinship with anyone before. They all seemed so different… but at the same time, were the same. The algorithm had brought them all here because they found joy in other’s delight. When left with just each other, this seemed to result in them each just bouncing off of the others in a parade of smiles. All of his fears and doubts seemed to just melt away when he was around these three, whether they were humiliatingly tied up, and chained together by the anus, or not… That was not a series of thoughts he had ever expected to go through his head.

Eventually, Mr Durren turned up to let them free and offer a plate of sandwiches for them to quickly wolf down. The quiet, friendly old man didn’t seem particularly offended that they had missed half of his lesson… giving them the impression that students getting caught up in the corridors for one reason or another, was quite a common occurrence. He guided them off to the next lesson they would be attending: Poise and Posture with Ms Julian.

This afternoon of balancing across wooden beams in their high-heels and learning how to stand just right to show off each of their particular sets of assets was, surprisingly, a lot of fun. The entire thing was complicated greatly by the fact that they were all still bound together by the ever-jingling chains… which sometimes caused great tangles of confusion when two groups crossed. Everyone cheered each other on as they got quicker and quicker at crossing thinner bars in their unsuitable footwear and commiserated greatly with one young sissy who fell off the thing square onto his plug…

Ms Julian herself was also more of a marvel than expected. Pulling her garish dress off over her head she unleashed an impressive set of cultivated curves. She showed them exactly how her ass moved with every step she planted, and could point to and name all the muscles which needed training to achieve such grace. The fact that their teacher was just walking among them naked, with her cock and balls swaying, hardly seemed out of place at all. The standard comprehensive education they had all gone through seemed a long way behind them now. Somewhere across the day… all this had stopped seeming daunting and terrifying and had instead just become new and interesting. For the Stanfield’s Class of July 2192… their education had begun.