She bends over.

This whole performance had turned her into a joke. Just a spectacle for them to enjoy. They didn't care what she said; they'd decided that she was some pervert who was getting off on this- this lewd exhibition of her body, and they couldn't be persuaded otherwise. Either she bent over and they thought she was a slut, or she got another few spanks with the ruler, was **** to bend over, and they thought she was a slut anyway.

There was no way to get out of this with her dignity. Most of it had died when she'd accidentally exposed herself in front of her class. Almost all that was left had vanished when she was **** to shake her tits on video just to get a seat. Now, the tiniest little fragment of her self-respect that she'd been clinging to died as she turned around, bent over and exposed her holes to the entire hall.

The reaction from the crowd was immediate and overwhelming.

“Shit, you can see everything.” That was a boy's voice.

“She should shave, it looks even bushier like this,” came a girl's voice.

“You can almost see right into her pussy...” mused another boy.

She caught the fragmented sentences between the clicks of cameras and the wordless roar of approval, dozens of voices speaking at once. All of them commenting on the specifics of her displayed holes, what they liked and what they didn't. Everyone seemed to feel like they had to say their bit, to point out some detail.

“Look, she's got a mole right there- look, on her ass, right there-”

“Her pussy looks uglier from this angle.”

“I bet she's tried putting stuff up her butt, it looks so ready to-”

At least she didn't have to see them, facing away as she was. Her hands on her ankles, she stared down at the floor as they appraised her most private of areas. She could almost pretend that they were talking about someone else, like this. Like it wasn't her body that they were admiring, scrutinising, criticising...

She could almost pretend it until she felt Mr Carter's hand on her ass, anyway, his fingers sidling towards her exposed slit.

She wanted to protest. She wanted to straighten up, to get his hand off her, to fight back. But she didn't. She knew that it would just end in another spanking with the ruler... and, really, she wasn't sure if it even mattered any more. Her dignity was gone. What did it matter what he did with her now?

And so she stayed bent over, docile, submissive, as he gave her rump a firm squeeze with his large hand.

“So, finally we all get to see what she's been hiding,” Mr Carter said, “Nothing left to spoil the view, so why don't we continue with our little biology demonstration?”

Amira shook her head. Her heart was pounding, and she wished that it would just stop altogether. At least that way she'd escape from this situation. Anything was better than this.

Mr Carter went on, regardless of her misery.

“What, everyone, is this?” He gave her big right buttock a smack, setting the excess of soft flesh jiggling.

“Butt!”

“Ass!”

“Buttock!”

Suggestions came from the crowd, along with several even less savoury slang terms. Mr Carter laughed.

“Well, one of those was probably correct. Alright, harder, what is the proper word for this...” for a moment Amira felt nothing, then suddenly, to her horror, she felt the cool plastic of the ruler prod against her displayed anus. This was too far. Somehow, he'd found something more that she couldn't tolerate, even now. She straightened up.

“You can't-” she began, but his thunderous look sent her quailing at once. She didn't even dare resist as his hand closed around her arm, yanking it down to return her to her bent-over position. She'd barely been there for a second before the ruler came down with a smack on her big rump, and she whimpered – but didn't move. She had no option but to tolerate the punishment.

“Missy, I don't want to hear can't from you again,” he brought the ruler down sharply, “You've broken the rules.” Thwack. “You've exposed yourself.” Thwack. “And now you're going to take whatever punishment I think is appropriate.” Thwack.

Amira couldn't prevent the tears from coming to her eyes, even as she tolerated the repeated strikes on her big backside. The brown skin had turned quite red now, the marks of the ruler overlapping and criss-crossing the expansive canvas that was her well-developed rear. She'd been spanked once or twice as a child, for failing to show sufficient respect during her prayers, but this was completely different. Mr Carter wasn't holding back, bringing the ruler down hard again and again on her well-padded rump as he let out years of frustration all at once.

If she thought she might get any sympathy from the crowd, even as her tears began overflowing, she was completely disappointed. They cheered with each fresh smack, enjoying the way the impact of the ruler set her soft cheeks jiggling.

They thought she deserved this.

Finally, when Amira's buttocks were as red as her tear-stained face, Mr Carter finally relented. The impacts stopped, and the end of the ruler trailed over her sore, inflamed skin as it made its way inevitably towards her anus. This time, she did nothing to stop it. She just screwed her eyes closed and tried to pretend this wasn't happening, even as the plastic, warmed by the repeated blows it had inflicted on her, prodded insistently against her most vulgar hole.

“So, after that little display, we're back where we were,” Mr Carter said, breathing a little heavily, “With the question - what is the proper word for this hole here?”

The ruler circled ominously, demonstrating to the crowd exactly what he was referring to. Amira shuddered.

The crowd offered several suggestions, all of them astonishingly offensive slang, but none of them seemed to be what Mr Carter was looking for. He frowned, and the ruler retreated. For an instant Amira's heart leaped, then she felt his hands on her ass again, one hand on each buttock.

“Perhaps you don't have a good enough view,” he said, “Missy's buttocks are unusually large, after all. How about now?” And to Amira's mortification he spread her buttocks as wide as he could, exposing her even further to the baying crowd. The roar made any comment inaudible for a moment, but eventually a voice – that of her biology teacher who had piped up earlier – made himself heard.

“It's her anus, of course. I think the students might be forgetting their education with all this excitement.”

“I think they might,” Mr Carter agreed, “Perhaps some further revision is necessary.” He'd dropped the ruler so he used his hands now, letting go of her buttocks – but only to return them at once to her naked pussy. “What did we say this was called?”

“Labia minora!” the crowd replied, as Mr Carter grabbed her delicate inner lips between a rough finger and thumb.

“And what about this?” he asked, moving his hand to her mound, “It's hard to see because missy doesn't bother shaving, but I'm sure you know.”

“Pubic mound,” said someone.

“That's right – or mons pubis, if you prefer the Latin,” added the biology teacher.

“Alright, alright,” said Mr Carter, and there was something in his tone that made Amira quail. “Here's one that's a little more fun.”

And to Amira's shuddering horror, he put a finger right over her clit.

Everyone knew this one – even the boys.

“Clitoris!”

“Exactly,” Mr Carter said, “It's hard to see though, isn't it? Even if you get your cameras close it's barely visible.” That reminded Amira of how this was probably being livestreamed from a dozen phones right now. There would be thousands of people around the world right now joining in on the fun they were having with her body.

“Here's a fun thing about the clitoris though. When stimulated, it becomes erect. Shall we take advantage of that little fact to make it a little easier to see?” He asked, and slowly, so slowly, he began to rub gently against her clit with his finger.

The crowd's approval was matched only by Amira's dread. This couldn't be happening, it just couldn't be real. If there was any mercy in the world, some miracle would preserve her from this humiliation.