Divinity.

Kolleen makes her way up the grim school corridor, walking slowly, dressed only in her panties, weeping softly in her humiliation. Within minutes, she had gone from bold rebel to a picture of utter defeat.

Lauren catches up to the shorter auburn haired girl and gives her a supportive hug. Kolleen falls into the brunette's arms and her large breasts crush against Lauren's own. Lauren softly strokes the erstwhile rebel's hair.

"We really should be going to class..." I begin carefully, sure that there must be some awful punishment for tardiness. The girls reluctantly pull apart. Lauren pulls a handkerchief from her blazer pocket and gently dabs at her new friend's tear-streaked eyes. The two blondes, Kellie & Kendall, smile at each other knowingly.

"Here, wear this," says the kind hearted Lauren, removing her maroon blazer and gently wrapping it around Kolleen's shoulders. Reluctantly it seems she buttons it across the shorter girl's chest, drawing it with difficulty across Kolleen's large breasts. Kolleen presents a bizarre sight: Kolleen's pantie-clad ass can still be seen below the hem of the blazer as she walks. And the blazer itself still bears the confusing legend "Hi I'm Lauren". But Kolleen seems to feel happier now, so we make our way to class.

"What is first period," I ask.

"Divinity," comments one of the blonde twins.

"Yeah, I know that," I comment, remembering my time table, " I just don't know what it is."

"Religion," answers the other blonde, poking her finger in her mouth and making a gagging motion.

"Oh, I see." I had never been taught religion in school. I was mildly curious as to how they would approach such a controversial subject.

We enter the class late. We were joining girls from a couple of other pods for this lesson, which made our tardiness more obvious. The other girls were already sitting quietly as we clattered in. At the front of the class stood a severe looking clergyman, in his sixties, looking like a character from a Dickensian work house. Written in chalk on the dusty slate blackboard was the legend "Reverend Ballsover". I bite back a smirk and hurry quickly to an empty desk. Kellie & Kendall do likewise, as do Lauren and Colleen. All of us are **** to sit at the front in a row at our individual desks, as these are the only ones left.

"Miss Kendall Lawrence," comments Reverend Ballsover, looking at the first twin, seeming to know which she was despite the lack of a name badge and the similarity to her sister. "Miss Kellie Lawrence," he continues, looking at the second twin, "you are both late." The twins hang their heads.

"Miss Matthews," he says, addressing me, "you are late." I try to look appropriately sheepish.

"Miss Lesbeen," he continues, unfazed by Kolleen's "Hi I'm Lauren" sticker, "you are late and under dressed." Kolleen says nothing.

"You will each write out 100 times 'Tardiness is an unbecoming characteristic in ladies of promise'. This will be written in your own time and delivered to me individually in my office by 8pm tonight. Miss Massengill!"

Lauren starts suddenly.

"Come here, please."

The short haired brunette obediently gets up and approaches the clergyman.

"Miss Massengill," he repeats, "what do you think you are wearing?"

Lauren looks shocked.

"I don't know sir," she mumbles.

"Miss Massengill," says the clergyman, "school rules clearly state that young ladies must wear their uniform at all times. You appear to have mislaid your blazer."

Lauren's mouth opens into an 'O' of sudden understanding. Reverend Ballsover seemed blind to the fact that Lauren's blazer was now on Kolleen, who was, if anything, more underdressed than her classmate.

"Come here please, Miss Massengill," instructs the imposing reverend, sitting on a chair at the side of his desk. "School rules state that incomplete attire shall be punishable by three strikes of the slipper. Bend over please, Miss Massengill."

The clergyman indicates that Lauren should lie across his lap and so the compliant brunette does so. As she settles into position, the innocent girl's eyes widen in shock as the reverend's angry hardness presses into her crotch. For his part, our reverend teacher let out a sound that sounded like a cross between a soft growl and a gasp.

The Reverend Ballsover then leans across his captive and slowly and deliberately begins to remove first the slipper and then the thick black sock from his foot.

He bunches up the sock and gooses Lauren between the legs. When she opens her mouth in surprise, he stuffs the sock inside. Lauren wretches and there are muted cries of "Uugh" from around the class.

The clergyman then lifts the pleated skirt to reveal Lauren's pantie-clad ass. Next he undoes the ties at the side of her panties, which I now realise were not just decorative, and the little garment falls away from the schoolgirl's soft round hips.

There is an almighty crack! as he brings the slipper down hard on her bare cheeks. Lauren jolts and the clergyman seems barely able to control himself. Our classmate's buttocks glow an angry red.

Crack! the slipper comes down once more and there are tears of pain and humiliation in Lauren's eyes.

Crack! It falls a third time and the schoolgirl lets out a whimper.

The Reverend breathes deeply, from both exertion and lust, before finally retrieving his sock from Lauren's mouth. The pretty brunette did not dare move, until our teacher had put both sock and slipper back on.

"Miss Massengill, you may return to your seat," he says at last.

As they both get up, there is a quiet gasp of shock. Reverend Ballsover has a wet semen stain on the front of his pants and a matching one has transferred to the front of Lauren's pleated skirt. In any other school this would have resulted in the humiliation and sacking of the offending member of staff. Here, at St Winifred's, nobody dares breathe a word of criticism.

Red-faced, Lauren bends to retrieve her panties, bunches them in her fist and flees back to her desk. Guiltily, Kolleen leans across to her new friend and whispers, "I'll make it up to you, I promise."

Over the course of the next hour we are subjected to Reverend Ballsover's very particular misogynist take on Religion. I learn that I am personally responsible for all the sins of the world and we are given a potted history of the crimes of women, from Eve to the Whore of Babylon, via Jezebel and others. There was a multifaith element too, as we learn of the Houris of Arabic myth also - the forty women who waited in paradise for faithful followers of Islam.

If we were in any doubt as to our own culpability as teen temptresses, then this was clearly and visibly illustrated as Reverend Ballsover strode about the classroom, his hard angry cock thrust against the inside of his trousers, whenever he lays eyes on us.