Double Trouble

Walking down the hall hand locked in Grace's, Luke blushed. He was glad most people were still in there classrooms, as he still felt butterflies in his stomach.

Walking felt new and strange with his cage now on, it felt bulky. Like it was on the display for the world to see, even though it was covered by his pants.

Grace on the other hand seemed to be in her own world, her face cold and neutral, focusing deeply on something. Ever the way she was walking was off. Only a few steps down the hall and suddenly her entire lower half became rigid. Harsh and mechanical, her legs swang out in the most controled, deliberate of manors.

"Are you alright Grace?"

Peering up with some guilty concern Luke watched as Grace's eyes snapped down to him in a instant, gears turning, requiring time to process what was going on.

"Oh! I'm fine hun! How about you? How's your cage feel? No problem's walking with it?" When Grace finally answered it was with her characteristic warm smile.

"I- I don't like it at all. Everyone is totally gonna notice I have this on!"

You and me both.

Grace didn't flinch in her response, beaming down at her boyfriend. "Don't worry no one can tell you have it on, and besides! In 7 days all the boys in school are gonna be just like you are now. So there's nothing to be ashamed of."

Leaning down Grace planted a reassuring peck on Luke's lips to cement her words. It didn't feel reassuring for Luke though, her lower body still stiff and clunky as she did it.

"Feel better?"

"Ya..." Luke lied.

Grace simply smiled at him, and grasping his hand lead the way back to class.

However, any budding Lovely Dovey attitude which might have been blossoming didn't last past the door.

"Where have you to been?!" The strict voice of Ms. Peach's voice screeched. "You are both beyond late!"

As Grace and Luke stood dumbfounded at the front of the class realization hit in that they'd forgotten where they were.

Ms. Peach stood before both of them arms crossed with a stern look on her face. "You both have clearly over used your generous bathroom break. So seeing as you did not see yourselves fit to be with us here for most of class, I believe it best you entertain us for the rest of it!"

The women's small stature ment nothing as she seemed to tower over both the cowering couple.

"Trousers Down! Skirt Up! Both your Undergarments off, and over the front desk! Now!"

Luke in automatic form did as he was instructed without thinking. He had of course been punished by Ms. Peach once or twice before, and also know what would happen if you delayed. With pants and breffs on the ground Luke cringed as he heard cat calls a jabs from his peers.

"I see someone is already taken!"

"Does Mommy have your Key!"

Embarrassment filled Luke as he bent over the front desk, his locked privates now on full display about to be punished.

"What of you Grace?" Luke heard Ms. Peach's words come out in a low growl.

Luke turned his head, and with his own amazement saw Grace still standing at the door.

"Well um..... Ms. I..... You see...."

Ms. Peach started menesingly stepping towards Grace with the Click-Clack of her heels. "I see what Grace?"

Grace the Graint of a Girl shrunk before her teach. "Oh Ms. I've never been punished at school before, and..... and... I'm class rep!"

Ms. Peach simply ignored the girl's pleas leaning in close to Grace, and in a low harsh town.

"Well there is a first time for everything Grace, and you being the class representative is all the more reason. You must set the example."

Grace's legs wobbled in fear, as a smile curled onto the face of the observant women before her.

"What is this!" Ms. Peach asked, glancing down at the Key Holding necklace which rest between Grace's large cleavage.

Ms. Peach turned on her heels and marched back towards Luke. He squirmed and grunted as his teacher roughly grabbed his caged member, tapping her plastic nails loudly against the cage.

"Is this your handy work Grace?"

Ms. Peach gave a leering look at her pupal. Grace quickly blushing hid her face in her hands.

"Luke, who owns the Key to this Cage here?"

Ms. Peach emphasized her words with a slow gentle steady tug on his member. Luke started to breath heavy as Ms. Peach began being almost playful with him in her sadistic way.

Luke yelped as a short sharp slap was delivered to one of his cheeks. "Luuuuuuuuuke, tell me. Did Grace just put the cage on you?"

Luke began to whimper as Ms. Peach brought him to his tippy toes with her gentle pulling. In desperation Luke turned to Grace. What should be do?

But Grace just stood there trembling with her hands still covering her face.