Till Spanks do us Part

"Grace, Ms! Grace is my Key Holder!"

Luke began to melt onto the front desk as Ms. Peach released him from her grip. "Good Boy."

Ms. Peach made her clicking way back to Grace who had started to quietly sob into her hands.

"Oh Grace!" Ms. Peach spread her arms out in a dramatic display. "Is this why you were so eager to chase after Luke here when he need to go relieve himself!"

"Yes Ms!"

"Oh! And you even chased him into the Boys Bathroom so you could lock him up."

"Yes Ms!"

To Luke's amazement Ms. Peach embraced his now, new crying girlfriend in almost a loving manner. Wrapping both her arms around the bigger girl, she handled Grace in almost a Motherly Fashion. Grace in return buried her face into her superior's shoulders.

"Shhhhh. Shhhhh. There there girl."

"Now." Ms. Peach whispered into Grace's ear. "You like him don't you?"

"Oh yes Ms!" Grace sobbed aloud.

"I know you do, I see how much you stare at him. It must have taken alot of courage to do go after him yes?"

"Oh yes Ms!"

"And I know your not one of these non-sences girls trying at this foolish 'Great Game' are you?"

"Good Girl." Ms. Peach pecked Grace on the cheek before running a hand across the girl's face and guiding her to eye contact. "Now you know that with that Key comes double the responsibility yes?"

"Yes Ms..." Grace let out a light sob while looking at her teacher.

"And double the responsibility comes double the punishment do you understand?"

"Ye.... Yes Ms."

Ms. Peach learned in and landed another peck on the girls cheek. "Good Girl."

"Now!" Ms. Peach let out aloud back to her showmanship. "We haven't much time left!"

Comedically Ms. Peach grabbed onto Grace's ear and led the much larger girl to the front of the class throwing her over top Luke. Luke grunted as the full weight of his girlfriend came crashing down on him.

"Oh I'm sorry so hun!" Grace clumbsely said as she tried to bring herself up.

Luke wasn't the only one off set by the impact of the fall. Grace felt off as she picked herself up, guts shifting and turning inside her. Yet, despite this discomfort once back on her feet and propped up on her elbows she held a impressive 2 inch gap between her and Luke. The only exception being her massive cleavage which smoothed her boyfriend's face down into the desk.

Something Grace hoped Luke didn't mind too much!

Luke growned into the desk as he heard Ms. Peach clicking her heels, pacing back and forth a predictor behind them.

"Now Grace." Ms. Peach hooked a finger under the girl's skirt. "Skirts Up!"

A hail of whistles and harassing calls went out across the class.

"Oh my Grace. Undergarments like these..... are so unbecoming of the class representative." Ms. Peach admired the lushes behind presented before her. Lustfully she drew her pink clawed hands across Grace's fully exposed cheeks. This was the first time Ms. Peach ever got to work with Grace like this, and after witnessing this ample bottom before her. Devouring a lacy G-String which only showed any form of existence from where it escaped its capturer. Like a tramp stamp and precious white chastity protecting shield all in one.

Ms. Peach..... This was a once in a life time opportunity.

Luke felt Grace shudder on-top of him, and Ms. Peach's claws tried to invaded between the girls thick cheeks.

Slap!

"No Clenching!" Ms. Peach ordered.

Slap!

"I said unclench Grace!" The order came out with more fury this time.

However, Grace did not comply, she wasn't sure what was going on, her stomach already dancing Ms. Peach's spanks only added to the turbulence inside her. Despite all that she couldn't unclench! She just couldn't! Everyone...

Ms. Peach...

They whole class...

Everyone!

Would find out...

"No Ms. I can't!"

Hand shooting forward sizing a massive chuck of her students hair, Ms. Peach pulled back hard on Grace's hard raising the girls chin to the sky.

"What did you just say?"

Anger came out in a whisper, daring Grace to clarify what she just heard. Taking in a deep breath Grace arched her back further, pushed her bum out more, and clenched her cheeks as hard as she could.

"I'm sorry Ms. but I can't comply with your request."

SLAP!

SLAP!

SLAP!

SLAP!

SLAP!

SLAP!

A hail storm of **** rained down from Ms. Peach as she explode in rage over the defiance she just heard. Hand flying high she skipped any formality of a warm up, and swung her hand as fast, and as hard, as she could against her rebellious students presented bottom.

"HOW DARE YOU!"

"YOU INSOLENT LITTLE GIRL!"

"WHEN IM THROUGH WITH YOU NOT EVEN YOUR MOTHER WILL BE ABLE TO SAVE YOU!"

Like iron Grace didn't even flinch, steeling herself long before the onslaught begin. Ample bottom held tight refused to yield, a brick wall against the petite hands of the smaller women. The only noise escaping Grace's lips the soft steady breathing she'd started with.

In suprise the class leaned in speechless as for the first time they watched there teacher start to huff, and puff in disciplining one of her students.

Teeth flaring Ms. Peach took a short breath, still firmly yanking on the younger women's hear as he's slowed her spanks to soft blows, nails attempting to dig into something, anything as she pulled her hand back for another go.

A battle of strength was clearly not in her favour, especially against a high quality young lady of Grace's pedigree, but...

Why exactly am I playing to her strengths?

Coy, and harpy like Ms. Peach pulled back her sharp talons to a single fine deadly nail, gliding it's point across the large iron cheeks before her.

"My my Grace, such a dignified Lady such as yourself wearing this little Délicatesse~"

Talon slinking further up, it lingered at the girl's thick hips, tracing the small line of white string which clung so tightly to them.

"How beneath you!"

Slap!

Slap!

Slap!

Hand moving lazily Ms. Peach's spanks were sharp, direct, punctuating her words. Then gliding her palm down and across her students tough flesh, tickling her sturdy tree trunk thighs, she eyed the cowering caged cock and balls which hide between them. Hand working back up, talon jutting out again, tracing the long crack of Grace's ass before dancing on the small triangle which escaped it.

"Yes but, I think I know why one might wear such a tool of seduction, and I must say~" Nail slipping under the thin bottom line of the G-String Ms. Peach pulled on it ever so slightly, picking at her students wedgie. "A lushes behind such as yours suits it rather well~"

After steeling herself Grace thought herself ready for any level of corporal punishment. Her teacher's futile **** only adding to her focus, distracting her from her turning gut. A stiff upper lip was all she needed to weather the storm of a weaker women. Even when Ms. Peach's taunts chirped in her ear she bolstered her willpower, remembering why she'd worn them, what she'd won!

But why?

Why we're her toes curling now?!

No, she knew why, her hips raising with her tight lingerie, the disgusting feeling of its naked wedgie slowly intensifying. String, gently digging into her sex, and against her...

Her...

After she just...

For her who class to see!!!!

No! I can't let her!

Her hands in tight blood red fists, Grace armed her shields once more as the wedgie of her G-string grewing higher and higher.

I can do this!

Aura strong with young adult hormones, girls and boys alike couldn't help but rubbing there legs together watching there Prim and Proper Class Rep. on the her tippy-toes of her flats wearing a undergarment so uncharacteristic of her. A undergarment which by all accounts she wore specifically for there design, accentuating the thic naked ass that was on display for them. Lips licking as the thin white fabric grew tighter and tighter, the same thought ran though all there heads.

When is it going to snap!

Ms. Peach licked her own lips feeling the elastic energy of her new toy reach it's maximum, watching her student's breathing increase in the ever slightest of ways.

Oh yes my dear! You are quite the impressive specimen, but I know what I am doing!

Snap!

"Ech!!!!!!"

Squeaky, girlish, a cry escaped her lips, Grace's eyes bulging in despair feeling her disgusting g-string bite back down between her clenched cheeks! Stingingly lick against her...

Her poor raw!

No!!!!!

Stomach screaming at her all of a sudden, Grace shuck as Ms. Peach hooked her nail under the bottom string pulling at the uncomfortable wedgie of her disgusting bimbo floss all over again!

Snap!

"Come now Grace~"

Snap!

"Unclench~"

Snap!

"I can do this all day~"

Snap!

"Or perhaps maybe you enjoy it! You dirty slut~"

"No!"

Loud, and childish Grace's response leaked out as that of a difficult child.

"I won't!"

"Hahahahahahahahahaha!!!!"

Feminine laughter, rang out in unison as the majority of the classes female population finally picked a side.

"Really Grace, come on! Can't handle some big girl panties!"

"That had to be the most adorable sound you've ever made!"

"What a pushover!"

"Grace you can barrow my thong if those are to much for you!"

"Nah! That Fat Ass of her's wouldn't fit!"

"Hahahahahahaha!!!!!"

Snap!

Ms. Peach pulled her hand up high after firing down her students g-string one more. Armor slowly chipping she released the girls hair watching her head hold position in good form, hips stayed high, her back arched, as decorum demanded, and her iron cheeks stayed tightly clenched as defiance demanded. Grace held firm, despite her large lungs panting desperately trying to regain composure, despite the public humiliation from her peers, and despite her discomfort.

My! You are a strong young women.

It actually brought Ms. Peach pride to see the strength of her student. The dignity the female sex could hold during chastisement on full display. A powerful trait which made them the superior sex!

Yet, there was something that brought her even more pride, Ms. Peach's own place in the Hierarchy!

She! Was above this weak little spoiled girl!

And I'm going to prove that to you right now!

SLAP!

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!"

A cry eclipsing any of Grace's weakness wailed out in pathetic pain and misery as Ms. Peach slammed down on Luke Caller's dangling ball sack.

"Don't thick I've forgotten about you down there!"

Hand raising up for a reload, Ms. Peach wickedly grinned as she watched the young man squirm and kick with no self-control what so ever.

Slap!

Slap!

Slap!

Bouncing between Grace's thigh, trapped and at the mercy of his sadistic teacher, Luke's loud muffled wails were music to Ms. Peach's ears!

Males!

How Pathetic!

Undisciplined!

No Dignity!

Just look at Grace! How powerful she had been! Is being! And look at you, oh poor pathetic Luke! Crying just like a male would form just the first touch!

But then again...

Who's more weak?

A male? Or a women who allows a male to be her weakness?!

Ms. Peach's hands worked fast, rotating from his shriveling sack to unblemished ass, not giving him a chance to get used to the rhythm. Hips flying, legs jumping into his larger wobbling girlfriend, she hammered down this way and that, she cultivated the worthless males pain into sheer frenzy!

Tummy turning, Grace let out a long laboured groan as she felt the odd feeling of her bubbling insides rumble down into her bowels as soon as Luke kicked up into her. It felt like a punch to the gut!

"Oh please honey, don't do that."

Each of his bumps made her already weakening legs wobble more, each brush up against her stomach made the pressure build inside her all the more.

"Please, honey please settle down."

Whispering as gently as she could Grace begged her boyfriend to calm down.

"Honey please, please be strong for me, please."

"Ugggggghhhh!"

Another long groan escaped her lips. How on earth was she going to be able to survive like this?!

Oh! I'm sorry about this honey, but I have no other choice!

Luke tried to scream but it was to no avail. Lungs gasping for air he squirmed and wiggled, his girlfriend pressing down on him. Heavy breasts which he normally would have loved to have rub down on his face, slowly crushed his head along with the rest of her weight pinning him down to the slightest of movements, hips barely able to move as Grace locked her legs on either sides of his in a squeeze, and giving no play for his poor aching sore privates to jump around beneath her.

Tears lubricating both there eyes, Grace struggled to keep herself together, keep her cheeks clenched, just barely holding onto the edge of control over her trembling body. Luke crying and suffering under the zeroed in pain of his teacher's merciless ****.

Oh! When will this End!

When Ms. Peach finally stepped back Luke's cheeks were a flaming red, his penis fully retreated back into his cage. Grace a crumbling shell of strength utop him.

Yes, they are ready.

Ms. Peach licked her lips, victory was so close she could taste it, all was left now was to finish what she'd started.

Gingerly Ms. Peach took her time going back behind her desk to retrieve a tool she only ever had few chances to use. Upon returning and allowing the full length of her new weapon to unravel she heard the collective gasp of awe and fear echo through the classroom.

With a flick of the wrist and swing of the arm Ms. Peach gently let the leather of the large and wide strap lay against Grace's full cheeks. Then slowly beginning to pull the malleable material across the girl's iron skin, letting the strap lick her.

A chilling shutter ran down Grace's arched spin, as the cool leather kissed her.

Students, moaned and whimpered watching it.

How painful would something like that be...

Wow! This is the most amazing thing I've even seen...

I wish I was the one using that on her...

I wonder how that would feel against my ass...

She dead!

Ms. Peach did this a few times watching the soft leather kiss Grace. It was perfect, the girls rear end and the strap were the exact same sizes.

Made perfect for each other.

CLAP!

Grace's full body jolted forward. Gasping for air, it was like someone had shot a bolt of electricity through her. The stringing coming from her ass ground intro her bowls!

"Ugggggghhhhh."

Groaning as the leather lifted from her skin Grace braced herself for the next blow as she remained determine to keep her cheeks clench!

Don't give in!

CLAP!

Ms. Peach brought the strap up again and again in a slow controlled pace. The whistle of the leathers holes leaving there mark. If it were not for the circumstances, if it were not for the defiance, the girl would be a treat to work on, strap graciously wrapping around her thick loose supple cheeks. Ms. Peach could see it!

So what an earth was she holding onto too!

Hold on Grace, your strong!

CLAP!

Ms. Peach began implementing a variety of strikes. Quickly whipping the strap so it'd only kiss one of Grace's cheeks, raising the leather high to hammer down on her students exposed lower back, striking the strap against the girls closet thigh and letting the trip curve in hitting Luke's privates with a cruel bite. The boy would go crazy every time, returning to his unseemly bouncing fits while wailing uncontrollably.

Ohhhhhh!

CLAP!

Not knowing why Ms. Peach's gaze drifted to the clock as she swang, sending jolt after jolt though the whole girl's body.

It's hands were racing to the bell!

She was running out of time! How was this girl still not broken!

Unclench damn you! Unclench!

Heavy swing after heavy swing wushed through the air as Ms. Peach gripped her weapon with two hands swinging with all her might.

Clap!

"Ah!"

Calp!

"Oh!"

Clap!

"Ow!"

Grace's rear end was a flame as her bowls churned more and more. The pressure in her stomach was just to much, cheeks loosening Grace gasped with horror.

No!

Oh No!

Please God No!

Noooooooooo!

Changing her style in one final last ditch effort, Ms. Peach stepped infront of her classes view, halving the large stramp for quick stinging vertical strikes along the crack of her students ass. Fast and hard her lungs puffed as she clapped her way up and down, left cheek right cheek, left cheek right check.

No!

Break!

No!

Break!

NOOOOOOOO!

"FFFFffffffffffffffffftttttttttttttttttttttttttttt!"

A shocked frozen silence consumed the class as Grace's cheeks loosened into a long loud ripple of violent gas escaping from between them.

A long, loud, unlady like, massive male fart.

"Hahahahahahaha!!!!!!"

The class was the first to break as Grace collapsed in tears defeated.

"What a Fat Bitch!"

"Disgusting!"

"What a MAN!"

"I always thought the girls bathroom stunk once you walked out of it!"

"Pee-ew!"

"Queen Gas!"

"Hahahahahahahahah!!!"

Briiiiinnnnngggg!