Send Johanna whilst Lorelei tips you

When you tell Johanna to go and collect a few stalks, she tries to get off the table and immediately stifles a scream as her burning bottom rubs on the tabletop. You help her out, putting your hands under her armpits and lifting her up in one motion, setting her safely on the ground. She thanks you and picks up her cute little skirt, preparing to put it on, but you interrupt her.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm, er, getting dressed to go out, Professor."

"Did I tell you to do that? Leave your skirt and you might as well take off your jumper too, while you're at it."

"Oh, yes, Professor. I'm sorry."

She folds her skirt again and then pulls her top over her head to reveal a tight, toned abdomen and a pair of very pretty titties. Whilst neatly stacking her clothes on the table and smoothing her long hair back into place, she seems to contemplate saying something, but thinks better of it and, picking up her wand, turns towards the door. When she reaches the exit, she hesitates for a moment, trying to decide whether to cover her body as best she can with her hands or try to act naturally. Eventually, she opts for the latter and leaves with her arms held somewhat awkwardly by her sides, her hairless fanny and her little boobies as much on display as her blazing bottom and thighs.

Turning to the still-crying fresher sitting on your table, you walk up close, placing your hand on her thigh, fingers brushing the welt from the extra swat you gave her there and causing a moan and a whimper.

"Whilst Johanna fetches your nettles, I'd like you to tip me, Lorelei."

"Of course, nuh, Professor, mmn, I would be, uh, honoured to, nngh, show my gratitude in, uh, any way you wish."

"Take off your blouse and then mount me so I can fuck you in the arse," you order, lowering your trousers and sitting down in your chair expectantly.

She immediately (and gingerly) lowers her stiletto-clad feet to the ground and with much sniffling and whimpering, removes her throbbing bum from the table, before undoing the remainder of the buttons on her blouse and shrugging it down her arms and off, releasing a round pair of alabaster tits that look even bigger against her slender frame. Even without the support of being crammed into black silk, they don't droop and the pink nipples point slightly upwards, surprisingly erect despite the warmth of the day.

Folding the blouse quickly and neatly, the wincing teenager puts it on top of her skirt and then totters over to you and straddles your groin, looking down between her legs to ensure that your manhood is lined up correctly as she lowers herself uncomfortably into place. Either she's had practice or she's just lucky, because your cock head makes contact directly with the centre of her swollen sphincter, causing a whine of anguish. She continues to lower herself, but your erection bends out of the way without penetrating.

A look of panic crosses the youngster's face, then she reaches down behind her and pulls her bruised cheeks painfully apart and tries again, to no avail, so she puts her fingers directly on the sore edge of her aching orifice and yanks it open, finally allowing you to enter unobstructed. Once the tip is inside, she releases her grip and slides down your pole in one easy movement, moaning as your shaft rubs against her raw flesh and her battered rear comes to rest upon your lap. She puts her hands behind her neck, causing her breasts to lift and separate a little, then starts to rise and fall, squeezing your prick with her rectal muscles despite the extra suffering this must entail. You can see the strain on her inner thighs as she lifts and lowers her body, slowly at first and then gaining speed, reading your responses to gauge how quickly she should progress. From the smoothness of her ride, you're sure she must be well lubricated inside—a sensible precaution, given the tipping rules—but this does little to assuage the agony in her bum hole from your pinpoint application of the wand.

As she gasps and sobs, bobbing up and down on your pulsating member, boobs bouncing fascinatingly, she bites her lip to keep her involuntary cries in check. Grunting in lust, you grip her auburn locks and tilt her head back so that you can look directly into her teary green eyes which stare fearfully back at you. Absently, you notice the lack of dark tracks running down her sodden cheeks and wonder whether that means that better mascara is available in a world where spanking is commonplace, then all thoughts are driven from your mind as you near release and use the hand wrapped in her tresses to slam the slim girl down on your prick over and over.

Finally, she manages to bring you to fulfilment and a wide smile of relief covers her face as you fill her rectum with your spunk. She doesn't rest however, gently rocking back and forwards, massaging your manhood with her plundered arse until she has milked every drop from your shrinking dick.

You lean back with a sigh of contentment and bid her rise, which she does, shakily, clearly exhausted by her performance and her earlier ordeal. The 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, her pink 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 Johanna returns, bearing a positive bundle of stinging nettles.

She seems completely unphased by the sight before her, actually taking the chance to watch Lorelei's performance attentively, but you push the girl 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 Johanna has four bruises across the front of each thigh and ask her what happened.

"Dr. Greene saw me on the way to get the nettles," she explains diffidently "and spanked me for flaunting myself in public."

"Did you explain what was going on?"

"Yes, but since I didn't have a note or anything, she gave me five more for making excuses." The Asian beauty's voice trembles at the end and you sense she is close to tears once more, not from the pain this time (although that must be considerable), but from the unfairness.

"Did you say you were naked as a punishment for being naughty?"

"N-no, I said you'd sent me on an errand without my clothes—oh! I see: it was my actions that led to me being naked, so I should have admitted that. I'm sorry, Professor." You feel bad for not thinking to arm her with a note, but this does give you an idea.

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.

To your surprise, the shorter girl blushes all the way to the tips of her ears and seems quite tongue-tied as she agrees to help her tute-partner. She considers for a moment whether to sit in her chair, but in the end opts to kneel on the floor, 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 wonder to yourself just what is going on—they seem more embarrassed at seeing each other naked than being exposed to your male gaze.

You watch for a moment, as Johanna places the stinging nettles on the floor and hands one to Lorelei, who yelps when her fingers feel the sting for the first time. Johanna inspects her palms for the white blebs that no doubt cover them from her own handling of the nettles, then turns her attention back to Lorelei as she applies the first furry leaf to her outer lips.

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 her pal releases her grip to hand her a replacement. The redhead, who has finally stopped weeping, 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." Looking down at the kneeling Asian girl, you suddenly notice something. "Have you caught the sun there, Johanna?"

She looks back over her shoulder at the reddening stripe across her shoulders and back. "Oh, yes, maybe. I do burn really easily."

"Don't you have any sun screen?"

"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-I did think about it, but I didn't want to waste time and you were already unhappy with me for putting my skirt back on without permission, so I decided to go without."

"Johanna! Your health always comes first. Skin cancer is not a joke. I've a good mind to whip you for endangering yourself, but the tutorial's nearly over and at least your motivations were good, even if your actions weren't, so instead you can join Lorelei in a three day nudity punishment. I'll keep your clothes here and you can collect them from my house in three days. Don't forget that you're not allowed to change your plans for the next few days just because you're going to be naked."

Both your students are looking at you open mouthed in horror, Lorelei even shocked out of her silent sobbing by your pronouncement. They will be two of the first to receive nudity punishments, but they already understand the implications and the likelihood of receiving further chastisement. Johanna is the first to recover.

"Yes, Professor. Thank-you for helping me take better care of myself."

"Uh, yes, thank-you, Professor."

"Lorelei, why don't you help Johanna put on some sun screen while I write up her placard."

"Oh, yes, of course. And m-maybe she could h-help me, 'cos I b-burn even quicker than she does?"

"Good idea."

It only takes a moment to fill out the placard and you sit back to watch two naked beauties taking turns to rub sun screen into each other's skin. Yesterday, this would have been a performance that would have filled your imagination for months, but amazingly it's actually one of the less exciting experiences of the afternoon! As you look on, you think there's something not quite right and ponder whether to add another restriction to the punishment.