Class

Remembering how well your last trip to the principal’s office went, you decide to take your chances in class. You hurry down the hallway a little bow legged due to the fact your swollen pussy is still protruding from your shorts. Even worse, your extra swollen clit protrudes out from your lips. Attempting to cover your exposed pussy with your hand, you open the class door and hurry towards your seat while the teacher’s back is turned. A student slaps their desk causing the teacher to turn out and catch you just as you were about to sit down.

“And why are you late?” You hope that the truth will bring you mercy and describe the string around your clit and the cuntbusting. “I better have a look then to see if you need the nurse. Front and center. Let’s go.” You’re elated that someone is finally showing you mercy and hurry to the front of the class. Being so overjoyed at the thought of not being busting means you don’t notice the teacher reaching for the wooden cane they use to point at the blackboard. Your forward momentum is brought to a halt as the teacher swings the cane outward smacking you directly on your exposed clit.

“No! No, no, no…” Your hands grab your pussy as you fall to your knees. Eyes squeezed shut to prevent tears, you hold yourself and rock back and forth trying to deal with the pain. “If you weren’t walking around with your pussy out in the open like that, people might not feel the need to hurt it,” the teacher explains while pulling you to your feet. She sits you on top of her desk with your knees pulled up and your legs spread. Your hands still clutch tightly to your pussy. She whacks them with the cane and says, “hands off.”

Begrudgingly, you expose your pussy yet again. She leans forward on the desk holding the cane like a pool cue. She lines the tip up with your clit and does a few slow practice swings that just gently press the cane into your clit. Your fear grows and you start to beg, “please, don’t hit my clit again. It’s already so sore. I promise I won’t be late again!” The teacher slides the cane back, looks up and smiles. “I believe you.” Smack! She launches the cane forward. It’s a perfect hit that compresses your clit between the cane tip and your body.

You cry out and look through teary eyes at your pussy hoping your clit is still there. Luckily, it’s intact just very sore and swollen. You look towards the class and see most of the students clutching their own groins. Some doing so out of sympathy and gratitude that they weren’t the ones being hurt. Others doing so out of arousal because they liked seeing your pussy punished.

Your attention switches back to your own pussy as the teacher smacks the cane down onto your cunt a final time. You see a diagonal white line form across both lips and your clit as the shape of the cane leaves an indentation in your swollen bits. You watch it turn back to red and reform to its puffy shape as the teacher says, “back to your seat.”