Let's teach her to accept the punishment

Paul led Jennifer up to the front of the room where their teacher had placed a straight back chair for Paul. Paul placed Jennifer standing to one side of the chair and turned to the class. �Jennifer has been spanked quite a bit lately,� he said, �and she’s getting kind of sore. What I’m really hoping is to be able to teach her to accept the punishment and change it to pleasure.�

The class murmured softly, confused. Jennifer looked a bit confused too.

�I read about it. Isn’t that true Mr. Sanford?�

The teacher stood up and told him, �That’s very good, Paul. You are absolutely right. She can learn to process the sensation differently.�

Paul turned back to the class, still ignoring Jennifer. �I thought so and I thought perhaps some of you can help me. She’s going to be spanked, I will do that, but perhaps some of you could touch her very gently and help to take her focus off the spanking. I heard that if you get other sensations, they all tend to get scrambled.�

�I’ll do it. I’ll help,� said Josh, one of Paul’s friends. That opened the floodgates and half the class started calling eagerly to help.

Mr. Sanford intervened. �You can’t all do it. I will get a few people to help Paul with his experiment.� He proceeded to pick out four of the boys and two girls. �Girls will know another girl’s body better and will know how to touch her. Now Paul, take Jennifer over your lap and we can position the others so they can reach.�

Paul took Jennifer’s arm and drew her over his lap. Then the teacher had the others position themselves all around so that they could easily reach out to touch. They wasted no time trying it out even before Paul had a chance to begin the spanking.

Jennifer didn’t fully understand what he was planning. She didn’t understand how she could turn pain into pleasure. She knew Paul was making the calls so she didn’t argue with him about it but she did plan on asking him about it later.

She could feel the hands moving over her. She could tell the difference between the boys and the girls. The boys were moving along the lines of exploring for their pleasure and the two girls were starting to get down to business.

She felt the first few hits and squirmed but soon the hands had settled into their places. Each was finding a spot that either pleasured her or pleasured them. The next few swats she couldn’t actually feel that much. She was too concerned with the hands that were moving across her.

She had two hands on each breast with another hand playing with each nipple. She felt another hand starting to slip between her legs. She knew it wasn’t Paul’s so she tightened her legs together to try and stop them. When she did, she felt Paul give her a harder than normally smack and she loosened her legs.

Once the hand made its way in, she could no longer actually feel the hits. The overwhelming power of the hands was a much more powerful force. She felt the urge building again and she couldn’t help it. Just like that morning with Paul.

�Please, Ma....� She caught herself before she said it. She knew it would be embarrassing to explain that to a group of students and a teacher. �...Paul. Get them to stop. I don’t think I can stop it.�

She was squirming, but it wasn’t from the swats anymore.