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Sitting at a desk in the middle of the classroom is a girl Dawn vaguely recognized, a slightly gothy girl called Amy. Normally Amy would be seen wearing mostly black lacy tops or dresses, but today she was sitting in her School skirt and no top or bra. Her black wavy hair, flowed over her back contrasting with her pale skin, and on her left breast the inky stamp of the school crest. Dawn couldn't help but stare at the, she guessed, pert B cups, both with the nipples pierced. Behind her stood John. "now then miss Buhn, for choosing to ignore the schools jewelry policy, we'll put your new trinkets to use. This is a bucket of 9volt batteries, you'll hold each one against your piercings and sort out the live from dead batteries. Put them in these tubs please". This was met by a hasty "yes sir".

With that John turned to face Dawn, her hands still nervously between her legs. "And as for you Miss Annderson" he passed her a board marker "you will write 'teachers are my betters, not my friends' on the board as many times as you can. If I think either of you have not done sufficient work, you'll be back here doing the same tomorrow. Do you understand?"

"yes sir"

"yes Sir"

"good, then get on with it".

With that he sat down at the desk pulling out a pile of work to mark. Both began with their tasks. Amy holding each battery in turn to her piercings. letting out a small noise, somewhere between a gasp and a moan with each live battery before placing it in a tub. Dawn set to work writing her lines. She had to stretch up high to write on the top half, each time lifting her shirt up exposing her large, reddened behind.

Her whole life Only a 3 people had ever seen her in this kind of state of undress since she was a kid. Even in public changing rooms she was very shy, and always made sure she was as covered as possible, either hidden in corners or behind towels. Now here she was bottomless in the middle of a classroom writing lines, in the full knowledge 30 of her classmates had seen everything she'd ever wanted to hide while she was spanked. As she wrote, she found her mind drifting, wondering what they saw and thought. How good a view did they have of her pussy? how much had her ass jiggled as it was spanked? Did anyone enjoy watching or were they just glad it wasn't happening to them?

A strange heat grew over Dawn as she was thinking about this and she knew her face was flushed. She felt a familiar tingle start in her clit before working it's way up her body and she knew before the day was out she was going to need to cum.

After what felt like an age, they were both called to stop.

"lets see how you've both got on shall we? Amy... That's less than half of what I was expecting, give me the piercings, and we will resume tomorrow." Amy pulled out both of the bars, and passed them over, before leaving the room still topless. "Dawn...... that more like it, you may leave"

"but sir..." dawn stammered nervously "you said I could have my clothes back at the end of the detention"

John raised an eyebrow, drinking in her discomfort "ask properly and we'll see if the lesson truly sunk in"

Dawn hesitated for a second before placing her hands together in front of her like she was praying and said "please sir, I'm sorry, thank you for exposing me and teaching me humility, it'll never happen again. May I have something to cover up with please"

John nodded apparently satisfied. He strolled around the desk unlocked the draw and passed the ill fitting clothes over. She redressed, pulling the panties into their uncomfortable position, but the time she gasped slightly as the fabric dug into her sensitive and highly aroused pussy.