Johanna was good enough

You lean back with a sigh of contentment and bid the Asian fresher to rise, which she does, shakily, clearly exhausted by her performance and her earlier ordeal. She thanks you once again for disciplining her and allowing her to show her gratitude by pleasuring you and asks timidly whether you would permit her to ensure that your cock is completely clean using her mouth (although she doesn't use any word as uncouth as cock).

You nod and she sinks eagerly to her knees once more, her nimble tongue sliding over your flaccid member as she sucks it and your sweaty scrotum into her mouth in turn. You are just thinking that few things in life can compare to a well and justly chastened young lady orally worshipping you and considering whether to remove your trousers completely to give her access to your perineum and anus, when the door opens and Lorelei returns, having finally stopped crying, bearing a positive bundle of stinging nettles.

She seems a little embarrassed at having interrupted you, but tries to hide it, standing with eyes downcast to await your next instruction. Still, you immediately push her tute-partner away and put your clothes in order; it's hard to act authoritatively with your pants round your ankles. As you fasten your fly, you notice that the fronts of Lorelei's legs are splotched with bruises and ask her what happened.

"Dr. Greene saw me on the way to get the nettles," she explains diffidently "and spanked me for creeping around with no clothes on."

"Did you explain the situation?"

"No, sir. She didn't ask and as I didn't have a note, I didn't want it to seem like I was making excuses." The redhead's voice conveys complete acceptance of her unfair smacking, but you still feel bad for not thinking to arm her with a note. It does give you an idea, though.

You order Lorelei to sit back on the edge of the table with her legs wide apart and gently stroke the nettles across and around her clitoris, pubic mound, outer and inner labia and vaginal opening. You tell her to be very thorough but not to press too hard as pressure may lessen the pain caused by the nettle rash. Whilst she hobbles awkwardly back to her place, you ask Johanna if she wouldn't mind helping her out, maybe by holding back her clitoral hood or spreading her labia to make it easier to access all the crevices.

Unsurprisingly, given what you now know, the shorter girl blushes once again and seems quite tongue-tied as she agrees to help her pal. She considers for a moment whether to sit in her chair, but in the end opts to kneel on the floor again, her face only inches from her friend's naked pudenda. Now it is her turn to blush, the flush fading from red on her cheeks to a fetching pink on her neck and the tops of her breasts.

You watch for a moment, as Lorelei takes the first nettle and applies the furry leaves to her outer lips with a yelp. For now, Johanna is just observing, waiting for the chance to help. The squeals and moans form a pleasing backdrop while you take out the Rulebook and put pencil to paper, starting with the country page.

Old Rule: Nobody ever takes offence at any punishment given to a woman of spankable age.

Old Rule: Women who are punished must go about their usual business regardless of any discomfort caused by the punishment.

New Rule: Women of spankable age may, instead of or in addition to a spanking, be punished by a period of enforced full or partial nudity. Such women must wear a placard, proclaiming her offence and the duration of her punishment. If other clothing is required for safety or practicality, then it may be worn, but in such a way as to minimize the privacy it offers. Special safety equipment is widely available to maximize exposure and humiliation.

New Rule: Women who are undergoing a nudity punishment are considered to need especially strict and severe discipline, so all individuals watch them closely for the slightest transgression.

New Rule: Women undergoing a nudity punishment may be spanked by women over thirty and men of all ages.

New Rule: Whatever a woman's usual attitude to people seeing her body, a nudity punishment causes utter mortification.

New Rule: Flaunting one's body and attempting to avoid exposure are both grounds for women undergoing a nudity punishment to receive further chastisement. As different people may have slightly different opinions as to what constitutes each of these offences, it is nearly impossible to avoid punishments completely. Women undergoing nudity punishments are fully aware that this is the case.

New Rule: Women undergoing nudity punishments must be monitored at all times for bad behaviour, either in person or on camera. If using the lavatory, they must leave the door open; when sleeping, they must allow access to their bedroom, and so forth.

You also alter one of your previous rules so that now everyone has young women's best interests at heart when spanking them, not only men.

Then you turn to the college page.

New Rule: All staff members, regardless of age or gender, have been issued with a number of placards which they may use to instigate the nudity punishment of students. These should only be used on rare occasions when a nudity punishment is thought to produce a better result than spanking or spanking alone.

New Rule: Students undergoing nudity punishments may collect Wi-Fi-enabled cameras from the porters' office to allow them to be monitored on the college's CCTV system when staff are not present.

You wonder where your placards are and instinctively know to look in your bottom desk drawer. Sure enough, there are half a dozen placards there, on chains to go around a miscreant's neck. Six seems quite a lot and you suspect that most staff have only been issued with one or two; your reputation as a stickler for discipline must be well known. You take one and fill in Lorelei's details, three days of full nudity (barring footwear) for hiding an unauthorized orgasm for that same period.

A shriek brings your attention to the lovely young women in your room and you take a closer look at what is going on. Johanna is holding Lorelei's inner labia apart so that she can draw the stalk of a nettle lengthways up the cleft, a task made more difficult by how much her hands are shaking. The whole area around her pudenda is stippled with nettle rash and her clitoris and lower lips are quite swollen. Lorelei finishes with the nettle she is using and picks up the next from the pile beside her. The redhead, perhaps having cried herself out, is wracked with a fit of dry sobs at the prospect of continuing, but continue she does, diligently running the leaves over her tender flesh until their trichomes are exhausted and then doing the same for the stem. You are interested to observe that her reactions seem the most **** when stinging the area around her pee hole, although they are pretty impressive all the time.

"Do you think that will be enough to stop you having a wet dream, Lorelei?"

"Yes…Professor," her voice sounds hoarse and raspy from all the crying. "I'm sure…it will."

"Well, you know where to find more nettles when the sting starts to wear off in a few days. You can take the ones you've used and the spares with you, but they won't last now they've been picked, so you can just dispose of them responsibly—unless you'd like to try them out, Johanna?"

"Um, er, no, Professor, I'd rather not, I mean, unless you think I should…"

"No, no, not as long as you're confident in your self-control." Returning to your place at the table in order to fill in the computerized records, you suddenly notice something. "Have you caught the sun there, Lorelei?"

She looks back over her shoulder at the reddening stripe across her shoulders and back before replying, forcing the words out of her sore throat with some difficulty. "Oh…yes-s-s, m-maybe…I do burn…really…easily."

"Don't you have any sun screen?"

"Mmm, yes, Professor…in my bag."

"If you know you burn so easily, why didn't you put some on before you went out earlier?"

"I didn't want you…to think…I was trying to delay…going out."

"Lorelei! Your health always comes first. Skin cancer is not a joke. I've a good mind to whip you for endangering yourself, but at least your motivations were good, even if your actions weren't, so I'll let you off with a pink belly instead. I have some work to do, so lie flat on your back on the table while Johanna spanks you with the bristles of your brush."

Both students react with surprise, but hasten to obey, the taller girl inching her way achingly into position whilst her companion picks up the brush and prepares to spank. You notice that Lorelei's boobs have fallen to the sides slightly now that she's flat on her back, but they still jut upwards proudly. Inwardly, you're pleased to have thought of this spectacle as you're still mostly sated by Johanna's tip and not really in the mood to give another thrashing so soon.

"As hard as you can now, Johanna," you say, just as she's about to give a tentative smack. She looks over at you while she acknowledges the instruction, then follows it to the letter, lashing out with more **** than you would have thought such a small girl could muster.

Lorelei lets out a strangled wail as a rectangle of silken flesh just above her belly button immediately turns a fiery red, before fading to pink. Johanna's next swat lands to one side, with much the same result as the first.

"Try to focus on one area at a time, so you don't miss anywhere."

"Yes, Professor," she replies unhappily, all avenues for lessening her companion's pain now exhausted.

You ignore the grunts and yelps while you quickly finish your work and then inspect that of your student. Lorelei's whole tummy is quivering and she's panting with the effort of not screaming as her friend puts the finishing touches to the tableau of stinging slaps. The bristles don't bruise, so the soreness should fade quicker than her other spankings, but at the moment the pain must be something fierce.

"Very good, Johanna. Now, I think it's only right that Lorelei ought to tip you, since you did the work. Why don't you hop up on the table and sit on her face so she can try to lick you to orgasm?"

Both young women stare at you incredulously for a moment, but now that the thought has entered your head you want to see it to fruition, so you nod to them to commence.

Johanna climbs awkwardly onto the table, the welts from her earlier spankings causing her some difficulty, ending up with her back to you. This won't do: you want a good view of the proceedings, so you tell her to turn around, which she does with more awkwardness, to leave her straddling her friend's head and looking down at her breasts and recently spanked abdomen.

"Does this mean I'm allowed to climax, sir?" she asks, with a slight smile of anticipation.

"No, of course not." This time, it's confusion that crosses the faces of your two students and you realize that your plan to see a contest between oral skill and self control will not be as easy to arrange as you hoped.

"Not right away," you elaborate, thinking on your feet. "I expect you to show appropriate decorum and hold back for a reasonable length of time. If you climax too quickly then we'll have a use for those other nettles after all and you can join Lorelei in the nudity punishment I've decided to give her." They're both looking at you open mouthed in horror at the prospect of being among the first to experience the new disciplinary measures, but you continue inexorably: "If she takes too long to satisfy you though, she will obviously have to receive a truly exemplary chastisement. Now, I don't want either of you trying to guess how long I expect you to hold out. Lorelei, you're to do your utmost to make Johanna orgasm as quickly as possible and Johanna, you're to resist as long as you possibly can. Is that clear?"

Amusingly, they're in unison once again as they reply, "Yes, Professor," then Lorelei begins tonguing the Asian teen's hairless snatch with wild abandon. The recipient of her clumsy attentions isn't actually sitting on her face as you suggested, possibly because it would hurt her terribly sore backside, but she's hovering close enough to give total access to her exposed sex. Of course, you haven't really decided in advance how long they have to achieve their assigned duties. You're just going to see how they perform and play it by ear.

Settling back to watch the show, you're surprised by how unskilled Lorelei seems to be at her task. Despite the highly sexualized environment you created with the Rulebook, you're not at all sure she has ever done this before, or even been on the receiving end for that matter. Not that this makes it any less fun to watch. The redhead laps at the pudenda above her, slobbering over the labia before trying to stick her tongue right up into the rapidly lubricating twat and then returning to tease the clitoris with swift licks and jabs.

As inept as her ministrations are, they appear to be having an effect, as Johanna begins to moan and twist with increasing arousal, hands involuntarily moving to cup her small breasts and massage them lewdly, oblivious to your lecherous scrutiny. If she's been abiding by the college guidelines and refraining from orgasm for the past several months, then it's no wonder she's reacting so powerfully and before long she's practically grinding her sopping crotch on her mate's face, muscles trembling with the strain of maintaining control. She can't last much longer and you'll soon have to make the decision whether she has shown sufficient decorum or Lorelei has demonstrated satisfactory skill.