The ultimate humiliation in front of the whole class

�Jennifer, there is no talking in class. Perhaps you had better come up here.�

Blushing once again, Jennifer was **** to come up to the front of the classroom with every eye focused on her. She covered herself as best she could with her arms, knowing that the teacher would probably make her stop but wanting to postpone the awful moment as long as she could.

One of the boys called out, �Nice boobs.�

�Michael,� said the teacher, �perhaps you would like to be our next DUPEP student.�

The boy immediately shrank into his seat and kept quiet.

Jennifer’s blush deepened. She was immensely self-conscious about her highly developed breasts and tried to minimize them whenever possible and here she was, every boy’s eyes fixed on what she was trying to cover.

�I can see you are very shy about your chest, Jennifer,� said the teacher. �I can see no reason for that. Let’s just let everyone have a good look, shall we? Stand up straight and put your hands behind your head. Elbows back, chest out. Now turn so everyone has a good look.�

Jennifer was ready to die and hoped the Earth would just open and swallow her up. She closed her eyes so she couldn’t see the stares.

The teacher walked over and saw this. �Open your eyes, dear. It’s time for you to cum for the first time.�

�What? Please, Mrs. Brooks, not in front of everyone.� Tears of shame were rolling down Jennifer’s face.

�Right now, Jennifer, or you will receive another spanking.�

�I can’t. Not like this. Everyone is watching.� The tears continued down her face and showed no signs of stopping.

Mrs. Brooks gave a quick double swat to Jennifer’s bottom end causing her to yelp. It reignited the earlier pain and the students seemed to find it amusing to see someone cry out from a simple swat. �You will cum. Right here in front of anyone. If you do not, you will get a more intense spanking with the ruler.�

At this point, she wanted spontaneous combustion to happen to her. The idea of burning alive seemed better than the hell she was going to have to face. �Now, Miss Jennifer!� Mrs. Brooks reached behind her desk and pulled out one of the implements that had been delivered to each classroom. This one was an overly long ruler with dull edges. It was made to hurt but not damage the skin.

Mrs. Brooks walked closer to Jennifer with this implement. Jennifer couldn’t stand the thought of getting hit any more, her bottom was already sore enough so she could barely sit quietly. �Please don’t hit me, I’ll do it. Just don’t hit me with that.�

�Then you had better hurry. I have given you plenty of time already.�

Jennifer’s tears had reached a climax but she couldn’t disobey. She was in so much pain as it was, physically and mentally. She slowly moved her hand into position and began. All the attention on her had apparently affected her body subconsciously and it didn’t take long for her to cum.

Just in time, she remembered what her father had told her. �I’m...I’m....I�M CUMMING!�

�Good girl Jennifer, you may take your seat. Wait! Stand there one more second and face the board.�

Jennifer was too humiliated to care what the class saw anymore. She couldn’t even speak in an audible tone anymore.

�Hands on your head and bend over the table.�

Jennifer knew where this was going and she didn’t like it. She wanted to scream out, to beg for mercy, but all that would come out when she tried was a squeak or a sniffle. �This is for giving me so much trouble.�

The teacher quickly hit her across her bottom with the ruler. She gave it time for the impact to fully register and set in before she laid the second one on her. Jennifer’s crying couldn’t get any louder and her tears were about all gone. Mrs. Brooks continued in the same fashion as the first two hits until she got up to eight. �It would have been an even dozen but you did comply. Now go and sit down.�

She knew everyone was watching her, some even laughing at her. No one would dare whisper though. They knew Mrs. Brooks would gladly have them in the program and over her knee in a matter of minutes. Jennifer made it back to her seat and her crying had somewhat subsided. Mrs. Brooks had begun teaching the class, though Jennifer had no idea what she was talking about. All she cared about was the fire raging in her butt. She thought maybe Paul could fill her in later on what was being taught.

The class seemed to fly by after that point, with stares, snickers and all. Once the bell rang, Jennifer jumped up out of her seat.