A Lesson in Karma: Sophomore Year: Detention: Finale (finally)

[PricklyPencilPhd]

You should do some more nipple twisting if she acts up. Like maybe the girl recording has to give her a purple nurple in order to join the squad. I feel like the people in detention giving purple nurples could be a good way to torment the teacher. Like you mentioned earlier the unicorn got bullied before. Could be a good way to get her to have flashbacks when she was bullied making it more humiliating

[Nikolai]

"Does she shave?"

"Does the carpet match the drapes?"

"Innie or outie pussy?"

The questions thrown at me all revolved around getting on with removing our poor unicorn's panties. Much to my joy and our captive's dismay.

I look her in the eyes, addressing her as well as the class.

"It seems our class is ready for their next lesson in female anatomy, the vagina is very complex with many parts that function.. and react differently, in fact the word vagina is merrily one part of the  female genitalia, but..I'm getting ahead of myself, we will all see and learn, the various nooks and crannies, Miss Jones has hidden under these hideous panties."

I grab at the waistband, lightly tugging on it to tease my sniffley unicorn, nearly naked in the florescent lights of a Detention classroom, on a Saturday morning, trapped with her arms reaching for the ceiling in the remains of her dress, but with the pleasure of her head being free of the dress, and her eyes able to see the witnesses to her humiliating spectacle. Her mouth was still taped to not be allowed to squeak out anymore protest in the following stages. She kept looking to my hands, gently gripping her cheap lime panties. She repeatedly motioned with her eyes to my hands, the audience, and then to my eyes, she pleaded with those wet, pretty eyes, shaking her head repeatedly. I could almost read her mind.

"Pleaase noooo, not my panties, in front of all of these booooys..."

I imagined her pleading, growing more turned on myself.

"Don't let them see my pussyyy..anything but that.."

I continued imagining her words as I pushed her gently backwards. She frantically stepped as I marched her until her wedgied asscheeks had reached the desk behind her. Her eyes grew even wider as I made her lay backwards, with her back flat on the large teacher's desk.

The young woman was essentially a constant steady mmmph of loud protest into her tape at this point. She was laid flat on her back with my girls holding her arms keeping her trapped in position and her legs flailing, kicking and screaming in near naked protest.

Reaching in my bag of various tools of the humiliation trade, I retrieve a small bundle of thick rope. In front of the class and the panty clad girl I patiently unwind the bundle, take my scissors and snip the rope into two even halfs, probably 10 or 12 feet each in length. The class is eager with excited anticipation and even Miss Jones stops her kicking protests to try to decipher my next move. I let the anticipation sit in the air as I measure and snip the rope, but I don't dilly dally, reminding myself that even though I'm enjoying being the showwoman, that Paris is sure to arrive anytime..

I pick up the first half of rope and approach the teen, she once again, begins to flail her legs a bit, but it's in vein. I roughly grab one of her ankles, she kicks at me a bit, annoying me, but her struggle is mostly futile, not only is she trapped in place by my friends, but she has worn herself out with her adrenaline and struggles throughout. With little resistance I manage to get the thick rope fastened to her ankle, I let go off that foot letting the excess rope lay on the floor. I repeat the same process with her other ankle. Leaving two 10 foot lengths of rope attached to her ankles. She whines and the group of delinquent detention-goers cheer at the further bondage and anticipation of exposure.

Her thin panties are the only thing protecting our little blond Unicorn's modesty,  and she, as well as everyone watching knew that they would soon be cut away from her, leaving her naked in front of the class she was supposed to be in charge of, she was expecting it any minute, I could tell from her increased panic, she knew I was going to show them everything..but she didn't know what the rope was for. It was time to show and tell our doll and the class what I had in mind, the twisted evil I had cooked up just for little Miss Jones.

While my girls hold her to the desk on her back, and my new girl films, and the crowd watches, I grab the bit of rope attached to her left leg, she struggles a bit but I haven't grabbed her ankle, so she can't kick at me, instead I've grabbed the other end of the 10 foot length. I smile at the unicorn.

"Time to spread you wide for the class lesson. Are you ready for us to label all your little parts?"

A look of sudden understanding and then terror comes across my Unicorn's face, I cherish the look as I climb atop the desk. I'm just tall enough with the desk and my tip toes to accomplish my goal.

I had noticed something much earlier as I stared around the room deliberating on what to do to my teachers today. The ceiling tiles were somewhat similar to every other classroom, simple grey square tiles making up a "drop ceiling" but most classrooms the framing holding said tiles, was usually cheap metal or even plastic. The framing of the drop ceiling for this old detention room was..steel, rusty angle iron, making up squares of framing for the square ceiling tiles to lay on. The old metal would collapse at the weigh of a full sized man, but would be perfectly sturdy enough to help entrap and spread Sammy.

I pushed the light square ceiling piece out of the way, as well as the adjacent piece, then I threw the rope attached to Miss Jones' ankle, over the angle iron, the slack ran back towards the desk and Miss Jones' leg lay slightly raised. I grabbed the other rope, that was bound to her other ankle and did the same thing, snaking the rope and excess slack over the ceiling framing. I purposely made sure that both legs were tied so that when I pulled the slack, they wouldn't just raise straight up but the diagonal tension of the way I'd done the rope, would peel her pale legs apart and behind her head, raising her hips for a perfect showcase of her pussy, which was teasing the students, as my bondage art was beginning to showcase it's beauty.

Raising her legs slightly had given an undeterred view of a camel toe, the thin fabric uncomfortably digging in with her awkward positioning and her hands too trapped to pick it out.

The crowd eagerly waited for the removal and spreading of their supposed teacher, our teacher shivered and shuddered awaiting her spread eagle exposure. I addressed the class once more, letting the girl suffer a moment more of anticipation.

"Does anyone have any guesses as to if she shaves or has some fur down there? As I'm sure all of you know by now pubic hair is natural in all of us, and while many of us keep it trimmed, for all we know it could be a ratness under those ugly panties, maybe she has a little shaved coin slot "innie" or big hairy pussy lips that's she's ashamed of?

The class mumbles out their guesses to their teacher's hidden anatomy, I don't really listen, the charade was merrily to hype them up, and drag out the terror for Miss Jones.


"There's only one way to find out the answer to all of their questions, these ugly panties are going to have to go sweetheart.."

I twisted Sam's nipples as I spoke to her directly, not roughly, not sadistically, but enjoying the way it makes her face contort, I run my fingers along her waistband, teasing her and the class that I'm going to rip them away.

"..But first.." I stand up once more to a sigh of disappointment.

"Oh would you hush, I'm doing you all a favor." I had almost forgot this step of the plan.

The classroom had a large pull down projector screen in the front of it, it covered the entire chalkboard when pulled down, and there was another off to the side of the classroom, both were maybe the equivalent of a 60 inch TV, but the kicker was..this was the 21st century and these weren't just some old sheet to project on, these were state of the art tech, capable of casting a computer, tablet, or even phone screen, Miss Paris graciously hadn't moved the post-it note password Mr. DoughHack had placed on his monitor, so where it would usually be off limits to students casting their screen to the projector, it was rather simple for me to retrieve my phone from our new girl, put in a code, bodabing, bodaboom, my phone screen and the actively recording video is across both smart screens. I give the phone back to the new girl and beckon her closer. She documents every inch of the girl in close up detail as I continue talking.

"I figured I'd use these expensive screens we never use as a visual aid.. I want you all to properly see Miss Jones in detail while I label, explain, and diagram the various parts of her genitals for you all.."

I steal a glance at my unicorn, her eyes locked onto the screen nearest her, my words of labeling her privates hardly even making her grimace, she's more focused on the screen, and how pathetic she must look bound, nearly naked with her legs slightly elevated and ropes attached, ready to pull her legs wide any moment, she was taking in the scene all of us had witnessed, but she had only experienced,  her broken down to nothing but a thin pair of lime colored panties..her sad eyes almost made me want to play back what had been done thus far..just for her to witness. Her dress being tied over her head, her ass being spanked, her panties being buried into her ass, and her bra being snipped away..but I didn't have time for all that.


"...I would likely get into view pretty often as well as not wanting all of you on top of me trying to steal a glance, so enjoy the graces of modern tech, and your very generous sub for being such a doll today..no pun intended, hahaaha, it's time to move on with our lesson..time for you to show us what kind of pussy you're hiding under there Sammy.."





The camera continues to film and broadcast to the two large screens in the classroom. My camera girl focuses on a wide view of the unfolding scene. A blonde girl with disheveled hair and pretty blue eyes lays trapped on a large desk. The only clothing on her body being the mess of what was once her dress, now bunched up and taped over her head, her wrists are cuffed together inside the dress blob as well, her head has been pushed through a hole I've cut, so her pretty face isn't hidden away, making her see what I do to her..and who's their to witness,  my friends hold her shoulders keeping her back on the desk, and not allowing her to escape, the camera pans down from her pretty face, mouth taped and dried tears staining her cheeks, her breasts become the focal point, taking up the entire screens they're being broadcasted to. Her perky B cups and rosy nipples stay on the screen a moment or two, my new camera girl watching the teacher stare at her own breasts on the large screen behind her, and to the side of the room, the girl watches almost in a daze at this point, mmphing and squirming here and there but otherwise accepting what was about to happen to her, I'd broken her, a fact that thrilled me, but she could act as resigned to the fact as she'd like, it didn't change the result. The camera continued panning down the girls body and broadcasting to the screen as I climbed atop the desk once more. Her pussy, hidden only by thin lime fabric was now across the screen, her legs were slightly elevated, but mostly together, attempting and failing to hide her snatch, from the outline..it seemed she had a pretty little pussy, but we would soon find out. The camera was now focused on me.

I gripped both of the ropes, going from her slightly elevated ankles to the ceiling and then back down to my hands.

"Time to spread your legs for the class sweetheart, you're very brave, I don't think there's any other girls here that could make such a selfless sacrifice to teach us students, you must be so excited! After all this wait it's finally time, open wide..."

I teased and tormented the teen with some final jabs before pulling the first rope, like a puppeteer pulling my little doll's strings, I succeeded in pulling Miss Jones left heel diagonally backwards, pulling not just away from her body but also backwards over her head, I was hoping our captive was flexible as to make this part easier, and to my pleasure, she was, I pulled the slack until her left leg was pulled far enough back that it raised her hips, and far enough to the left to leave nothing to imagination, even without the other leg secure, her panties had basically grown tight enough in the expanding of her leg, that the fabric was perfectly molding her soft little slit, a fact that she was witnessing happen to her not just in person, but through the lens of the camera casted to the two projector screens. The class jeered at their teacher as I began to pull the other rope..

I was faster with this one, not even bothering to inch her legs apart, the first rope had done most of the work, pulling our unicorn until her hips were raised and forcibly spreading her legs until her pussy was open and visible through the thin fabric clinging to her last bits of modesty, this next rope just made it official and completed my visual.

With one swift yank, I violently pulled her other leg away from her body, and behind her head, the ropes as well as her legs resembled a v, both being pulled diagonally towards the ceiling and far enough back to raise her hips off the desk, her back, as well as her exposed little perky tits remained on the desk, her disheveled blonde hair and taped mouth were still sticking out of her dress prison and her hands cuffed with ducttape around the dress fabric, my girls holding her let go, there was no way she could escape now.

I stepped back to admire the scene I'd created. My unicorn substitute whom I'd met no more than an hour before, was now completely spread eagle in front of the classroom, at my hand, she had been reduced to nothing but a tiny cheap pair of lime panties, that I'd wedged up her ass and left that way when she'd tried to run, the remainder of the fabric that wasn't buried in her asshole..had basically buried itself into her pussy lips, the pulling of her legs and trapping them into position, had made the fabric that was already a perfect mold of her pussy, start to slip into her slit..her little lips had poured out of the fabric and was clear as day to the class, to my camera, and being zoomed into extreme close ups by my new camera girl,  her hips off the desk, her pussy was thrust into the sky in a very pornographic and vulnerable position, literally spread eagle with the only fabric covering it..being the panties nestled deep in her crevice, her pussy was basically begging on the big screen behind her, to be free of its tight entrapment and to blossom like a flower for the classroom, and I would soon oblige it.


Her silent acceptance had finally turned back into extreme whining, she no longer screamed into her gag, it seemed more pathetic than that, like a dog that you left out in the rain, or a child that you'd taken it's toy, just whiny little mmmphs into her gag here and there, as she watched with wide eyes, the group of students watching her, the two screens casting her demise for easier viewing, and the wicked look in my eyes that said her problems were just beginning..and that just maybe, I might be getting off to this shit..maybe she was too?

I pull out the scissors to hoots and hollers from the boys and my girls, I show them to the girl and lean into her open and presented crotch. This was part of the genius of the smart boards, rather than a classroom flocking around me to catch the amazing view of her panties being sliced away..rather than making them stay in their seats and have to awkwardly shift out of the way to show off the view, at times like this when I was totally blocking their vision, they were still being given an unobstructed, upclose view of the scissors inching towards their target..

I grabbed the wedged material, pulling it vertically away from her body, and painfully deeper into her snatch, I put the scissors to the wedged fabric, now pulled far enough away from her body for a clean snip..

I smile, my pussy is dripping and quivering in my jeans, I can feel the maxi pads I've placed their soaking up my perversion..I look her in the eyes ready to deliver the devastatingly blow, to tear away her last shred of modesty, to leave her spread eagle and buck naked for the class..and to begin my demonstration of her pussy for everyone..



Just before I can deliver the blow and that last fatal snip, myself, my victim, and the classroom are startled by the sudden opening of the door..we all turn to the intruder on our little game..standing in the doorway, mouth agape, is Miss Paris..

For a moment in time, a very slim moment, she doesn't say a word, she takes in the scene in front of her, her colleague in bondage, spread and naked except for the panties she was about to have cut from her body. She takes in the excited teens, her eyes flicking around the room, but often times back to the naked girl on her desk. The very girl she had trusted to watch the classroom in her absence. That moment shutters by quickly, because the next thing I know, Miss Paris has dropped all of her McDonald's bags, and her coffee, and she is marching at me.



"WHAT IN THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE!? CANDACE!! I WILL HAVE YOU ARRESTED AND EXPELLED FOR THIS, Miss Jones I am SOO sorry, I'm gonna get you down from there and get you something to cover up..."

To be continued, next part has already been started , sorry for the wait

[Nikolai]

The tide was turning against me, my unicorn was hopeful she was saved, the class was nervously trying to figure out how they wouldn't go down for this, the real authority figure had arrived and was barking at me and trying to sabotage my creation..

Me and my girls quickly regained the reins, its incredible the power the threat of exposure has over a person, you can make a girl do basically anything if you threaten to show her bits off..

No quicker than Miss Paris had charged at me, she had been subdued. My girls had known Miss Paris was part of the plan, and as deep as we were in at this point, we would do whatever necessary to make sure we faced no trouble, arrested and expelled? Please, if she doesn't play ball I'm gonna show the world what our pretty little teachers look like strung up together naked, I'll paddle her til she pees herself, I'll doctor the footage to make it look as if this was her twisted plan all along, I'll ruin her one way or another, nobody "punishes" Candace Owens, I do what I want, and Miss Paris was about to find that out.


Paris was pushed to the floor just before she reached me, my girls not allowing her to touch me, they were loyal, they trapped her to the floor, looking at me for direction in their next move.

"Hold her arms." I command with a wicked seriousness that my goons quickly follow.

The crowd of teens regains their confidence in me, cheering as I stoop to the floor scissors in hand, my unicorn awkwardly sits forward, looking past her strung up legs and over the desk, she sighs in dismay at her calvary being so easily subdued like herself.

Miss Paris herself squeals and screams as she defiantly struggles for freedom, I ignore her bitchy screams and begin slicing her royal blue T-shirt right up the middle. The scissors are sharp and cut like butter, I tear the remains of the shirt off of her. Her slim stomach comes into view as well as her bra choice..a rendition of "Starry Night" by Van Gogh covers her breasts, how "artsy."

Her arms are let go, and she covers her bra covered chest with both of them, but I'm already going to work on her pants, undoing her belt and unbottoning them. She begins a useless attempt of tug of war with one hand, while trying to cover her cleavage with the other, her arms are once again grabbed and pulled behind her as she is drug to her feet by my goons. With the tug of war over and my bitchy detention teacher, half standing in front of me, I'm free to tug at her pants, she's wiggles around, kicking at me in veined hope of keeping her jeans, but with a few quick tugs I have them to her ankles, our teachers crotch and perky ass were now bared to the classroom, her panties matched the Van Gogh Bra, the iconic "Starry night" swirls all over the crotch of the spandex material. No more than 60 seconds after her interruption and outburst and she had been reduced to her undergarments at the hands of me and my girls. My unicorn was not being rescued, and I was not going to face trouble for this.

Avoiding her kicks I managed to pull Paris' jeans completely off of her. Her protests and squealing had been mostly unintelligible until now, standing in her underwear, held in place by my girls, and looking into the evil, uncaring, unempathetic, eyes of Candace Owens.

As she looks towards her nearly naked and strung up peer she begins to murmur out some pleas.

"Candace..whatever it is you have planned here, you don't have to do this, please stop..let me and Miss Jones..."

I put fingers to her lips attempted to shush her. She continues speaking past my finger. This annoys me.

"Please just let us go and we can pretend this.."

I once again bring my finger to her mouth to shush her, but this time I grab a firm grip of the waistband of her panties, she goes silent instantly.

"Now listen Paris, you have rudely interrupted our class lesson, Miss Jones has graciously offered her body in the name of science, to allow me to teach the female anatomy and use her body for demonstrational purposes..now you want to barge in and stop the lesson? I don't think so..see I figure you're the one with the degrees! Who better than to teach us the various parts of Miss Jones anatomy..we were just about to label and diagram the different parts of her pussy..oh I'm sorry I meant the scientific term "genitalia" of course..."

Paris looks about the room, at the students, at her fellow teacher's aid, and at the big screens, finally realizing the scale of the scene she had returned to..

"No, I won't do it, let that poor girl go, she didn't do anything to you Candace! This is seriously sick and perverted!" Paris says defiantly even with her panties in my grip..


"I suppose that would mean you'd want to trade places than?" I say, pulling the spandex waistband away from her body, and gazing down her panties at her crotch,  there's a little patch of hair on her pubic mound, well trimmed and womanly. I let the waistband audibly snap back against her skin.

"Maybe the class can learn from a more "seasoned" woman like yourself, what do you think Miss?"

I point to the hopelessly spread teacher's aid.

"I'm sure she'd be happy to trade you, we could string you up, give her your bra and panties to cover herself, because of course you wouldn't need them, maybe she would like to be in your position, rather than the predicament she's in currently.."

I let my threat hang in the air and approached my unicorn, crouching near her head and stroking her hair gently, she flinched at my touch.

"What do you think sweety? Should I let you free? Let you teach us about Paris' spread open pussy instead of your own while you strut around in her Starry Night undies?"


She frantically nods, not even bothering to be subtle about it in front of Paris.

"You want to trade places? Put some undies on and teach the class about naked Paris? Would you like that pretty girl?."

"Mhm mhm mhm" She nods desperately trying to convince me.

"I'll do it." Paris says from behind me.

"I'll do whatever you want to her; but I'm not trading places, she somehow managed to get herself into this, and I'm not getting naked in her place."

She continues.

I grab my unicorns chin.

"Sorry Sammy, I offered Paris first, and plus it'd be alot of work yenno? I'm sure you understand."

Miss Jones body sighs in dismay.

I turn to Paris.

"She's all yours, I'll guide you where I want you to go, but I'm sure you get the idea, don't fuck this up, or I'll be taking your little Van Gogh undies home as a souvenir."


Bit of a shorter part, more to come

[Executionus]

Man, I haven't seen a hero attempt fail that fast since Mr. Satan vs Cell.

It should be fun now that we have both teachers to mess with.

[Nikolai]

I offer under dressed Paris the scissors..

She takes them.

I step away and theatrically gesture for her to take my place with my arm outstretched towards the soon to be naked Jones. Paris stepped closer to the desk, towards the raised and presented crotch of her peer and apprentice teacher, Paris closed the gap. She was now at the center of Jones V'd legs looking down at my helpless unicorn scissors in hand. She was blocking the view to the students, which I had anticipated, for my genius of prediction and the science of this humiliation, the class was being gifted their first views of both teachers, one with only a thin layer of wedged fabric protecting her slit from being exposed spread open, and tied, helpless to rid herself of this predicament and roughly knowing my plans, therefore knowing her ordeal was just beginning. I felt bad for my unicorn almost. she was cute as hell after all and seemed sweet with her soft green eyes and curly blond locks, especially her desperate gagged pleas and whines, that wild look in her eyes, ugh what a high I was experiencing at that moment, her panties would soon be reduced to unwearable shreds and she knew it, and it wasn't even going to be at my hand!

Instead our other Detention Teacher, who had been forcefully disrobed and reduced to her matching underwear, that choice being an "artsy" shitty Van Gogh Starry Night rendition. This had been documented on camera but the camera and the casted screens finally got to see both of them, I took in the students and my friends assisting and witnessing my newest masterpiece on the screen.. said masterpieces being the undeterred view  of our underwear clad Art Teacher pulling our Substitute and Teacher's Aid's panties vertically away from her body, pinching a piece of fabric near her taint, Jones jumped at the touch, the light movement away from the body gave tiny peaks of what lay underneath those lime green panties, my unicorn's spread open holes, the focal point of her spread eagle legs, pulled diagonally and tied to pull her ass and hips up presenting her pussy for display. Her panties were figuratively and literally the last shred of dignity she had, and everyone watched.

Myself, I was biting my lips in eager and perverted anticipation. This might be my best footage and I just knew I would be using whatever happened here for many orgasms to come.

The audience also seemed eager, frequently whipping their heads back and forth between the very real scene playing out in front of them, and the screens documenting said scenes and giving clearer views of the upclose action.

Jones was bucking around with the little movement she had, but also feared cutting her intimate parts so she went still the moment she felt the cold stainless slid between the fabric of her panties and her pussy. She whined more into her gag.

Miss Paris looks over to the screen documenting Jones, but also her own shapely figure, she looks down at the tearful Jones preparing to snip..she smiles...?! Wtf. The tiniest cockiest little smirk, there for only a moment or two, but I see it. It's either a "fuck you glad it wasn't me sorry not sorry." Or possibly a condescending "Look what you got yourself and I into, your freakin noob of a teacher." Or my favorite theory in that moment, that Paris was either sexually or psychologically getting off on dominating poor Jones in front of us students, maybe she was loving what she believed to be a "get out of jail card" in that? I made her do it?  But she couldn't be more wrong if she went by that belief as the more she cooperated the more leverage I had to swear both to secrecy and blackmail of the footage, and if necessary doctoring it to look like some twisted act by Paris, omitting myself and everyone else of blame, maybe Jones was her young lover and was in on it, up for it even, her idea to be displayed by her mistress, with little tweaks I could make these various ideas a reality, video evidence will always override anecdotal tellings. I'd threaten them with this later but for now I'd let her stay cocky and confident. In that she was free of blame, and also that she'd leave this room without also being baring her entire nude form to the class and cameras...

*Snip*

Can be heard through the entire momentary silent room.

The lime panties, already stretched from her legs tied in either direction, snap at the scissor snip, directly at the middle seam of her underwear, the top snaps from the potential energy and folds itself over the waistband and rests on her belly like an ancient whore's loincloth, the bottom half collapses like an opening diaper to the desk top.

Sam Jones' spread open pussy lips and anus are now clearly visible to the audience of deliquents she was entrusted to watch, by the evil bitch who had forced her into it and had now sliced away her panties and dignity in one snip of some cold steel scissors, all to protect her own modesty when this was her fault in Jones' eyes, she could of been a hero and instead had made a fool of herself and been stripped to her bra and panties, instead she had now left our unicorn naked as the day she was born.

Sam squirms and squeals, her legs by instinct trying to snap shut, like a reflex, similar to when the doctor would knock your knee with that little rubber mallet, they kept trying to squeeze shut, to hide her holes from the camera and audience, her arms desperately trying to pull loose to cover her various bits. The instinct and reflex of total exposure and the desire to curl into the fetal position arm reached behind her covering her crack and just hide herself was so strong..but her binds were stronger and her struggles were futile, they only proceeded to give her tits and milky thighs a generous wiggle for myself, my camera and the class watching the screens for close ups and scene in front of them for belief that this was even actually happening.

She squirmed, the teens laughed, I came..quietly. Paris stood over her awaiting my further instruction. I made her wait like an obedient little slave, pushing her to the side and out of the way of the view of the spread eagle, butt naked unicorn for my audience. She waited to the side, one of my girls disarmed her of her scissors, not only was she a real threat with those things, but there was no use with Jones not having a stitch of clothing remaining on her bondaged and beautiful body.

Her pussy lips are small and tight, you can tell if she wasn't so hopelessly spread that she would have a little coin slot pussy. One that keeps all of her various vaginal parts hidden behind her closed lips, those are my favorite to spread. Her panty region is hairless and smooth, devoid of imperfections, no razor burn, no clogged pores, her asshole is also present and puckering in the chilly room. With her hips thrust in the air, and her legs tied so spread, even her tight little asshole was ever so slightly trying to open and her hairless crack allowed no shelter for her spread holes.

I allowed Jones to suffer in inner turmoil with everyone gawking at her and began to
patiently walk behind the desk away from the naked Jones and Paris as she spoke to me.

"So what do you want me to do to her now, should I just start uhm..teaching or whatever perverted thing you had in mind?"

Once again Paris was bold, she couldn't help herself even in her state of undress. I'm sure she was a nightmare to date, the kind of person that just can't bite their tongue, always wanting to have the last word in a fight or be in control of a situation, I had to shut that down.

I turn from where I was heading and return back to Paris, grab her by her long black hair and roughly force her bent over the desk, I roughly force her head down, the only problem for Paris, my unicorn was occupying the space she was being forced to bend into, I bent her towards Jones spread open pussy as the crowd began to really squeal not even bothering to be quiet, I could of done it right there, shoved one of my teachers face into the others open snatch, I knew it and Paris knew it, the class knew it, but that might of been to far, as if the rest wasn't? But I still had my reputation and protection of my antics on the line, i couldn't push this past blackmailable, so I rested her face against Jones' navel, sideways with my hand against her cheek as I released her hair, I hold her here, her other cheek against the bare skin of Sammy's belly. Sammy momentarily breathed a sigh of relief as the bent over original teacher was now covering her bits momentarily. Paris grimaced and didn't struggle, submitting and knowing I was in control here, of both of them, of my girls even, of the situation at hand as a whole, I was the alpha female in this room.

With my other hand I yank my Art/Detention Teacher's panties..up her ass in a viscous wedgie, I desperately want to rip them off of the little bitch and show her who's boss, but I restrain myself and stick with the wedgie, for multiple reasons, for one; well I still need her to cooperate with my demands and this is more of a scare tactic/dominance of my teacher them full humiliation..for now atleast. If she was naked already than she wouldn't cooperate with my deal and goals, atleast not in an entertaining coerced but not forced form. For two, I wanted to keep her cute little panties on her ass for now as they helped my scene and completed her cliche artsy look for the moment, and for my third and final reason..well that wedgie achieved nearly the same effect as ripping her panties to the floor as all but her asscrack was bared as the stretchy material buried itself into her, both of her perky, round, white ass cheeks were now clearly visible and exposed to the open air..and I began spanking her in front of the class, in her wedged panties and matching Starry Night underwear, bent over her Apprentice Teacher's Aid's naked and spread eagled body. I was solidifying my point to Paris, I was in charge, she wasn't safe from exposure, I wanted her to be scared, jumpy, submissive, obedient, keep her mouth shut about this whole ordeal, and humiliate the stupid slut of course! She needed to anticipate total exposure like poor Sammy at all times, I ran this show, I'm Candace Owens, Bitch

I spanked her hard but fast, not drawing the ordeal out, more assertive, direct, like a scolded child more than a drug out enf scenario. I kept going until I believed her ass to be at a satisfactory redness level, then I released her face and stop wailing on her cheeks.

She layed there a moment unsure of what to do..awaiting my command like a good little bitch, I pulled her up by her hair and turned her to the teens forcing her to look at the young adults she was in charge of, who had just witnessed her being dominated by a student. I grabbed her cheeks and squeezed them like a fish for a ridiculous added dominant measure then I spoke to her.

"To answer your question, 'what do I want you to do to her now' I want you to do whatever the hell I tell you to her, or yourself for that matter, when I tell you to do it, and without hesitation, do you understand me Miss?"

She attempts to answer but I hold her mouth shut with my hand. She nods instead.

"Good, now where were we? Oh yes! I was headed to your desk drawer!"

I let her mouth free and just before I take a step, Paris asks ever so shyly, sweetly, innocently, like a submissive trying to get her way with her master.

"Miss um..Candace, if I do what you say, may I pick my wedgie.."

I smile in satisfaction and humor at her pathetic question and cute submissiveness,very unexpectedly from Paris after being so braven and bold in our last few encounters, beginning with her busting me pantsing the prefect bitch in the lunchline, getting me sucked into Saturday Detention, robbing me of my beauty sleep btw, and then proceeded to pull me and my girls to the side with a big righteous speech and threatening us, our next encounter she screams at me, threatens calling the police and expulsion, and tries to ruin my masterpiece, and finally had the nerve in her underwear, to call me perverted just moments ago, repeating this and directly going against the grain of me not trying to be exposed for actually getting off on all of my twisted humilations and directly harming my image, while also indirectly hurting her cause because that very secret I was so desperate to keep, is the only reason she hadn't just had her face buried in Sammy's cookie, or the reason either of them aren't strung up with a god damn fuck machines repeatedly and indefinitely forcing them to have orgasm after orgasm, my perversion could get more twisted, I held back to avoid being labeled the perverted predator lesbian that gets off on forcibly stripping orhers and humiliating them, not only would that be bad for my rep and loyalties..but more importantly a threat to my very way of new and perverse life, I was living out my every fantasy and filming and backlogging all of it for my perverted pleasure, doing what I want when I wanted, for totally unjust ways to people who didn't deserve it, to others I made up some bullshit about how they "deserved" it as if anyone deserves the shit that I come up with in my mind. Some who truly did do fucked up things and I felt the need to punish for society as a whole, some that wronged me, and some poor girls that I just fucking wanted to because I thought they were hot and wanted to find out what was under their clothes while making them squirm and squeak out protests.

I don't know which of those this scenario would fall into, maybe multiple, but what I do know is, Paris was either really horrified of being spanked again, had a sub side that her dominant public appearance didn't allow me to see, or more likely she feared if she upset me once more that she really would be forced to taste and smell Jones Pussy as I grinded her nose into Sam's clit until she came all over Paris' face..

Atleast that's what I imagined she was thinking if I could read her mind as she politely asked me to unpick her wedgie, assuring me she would follow my commands, and submitting like some ddlg little girl or would it be mdlg in this scenario? Idk I'm mainly an enf girl I had a boyfriend once who was into the ddlg stuff.

If she was submitting I had to reward her for obedience.

"Yes you may pick your wedgie and hide your perky red buns, but you better be good and watch your mouth from here on out, understood?"

She nodded once again, not even bothering to formulate the word yes. Possibly to not speak out or upset me? Good but I still had to toy with her.

"I can't hear your head rattle Paris."

She recoiled and cringed at being ego checked once more and subspaced in public but quickly answered.

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"I understand."

"You understand?"

She seems impatient and annoyed in her eyes as i further vocally torment her and make her squirm, with our unicorn not even bothering to squirm anymore, just helplessly trapped naked and spread while I belittle Paris, like she's a backdrop to a movie scene, being ignored completely and not even acknowledged must be relieving to her but also tormenting, just waiting to see when everyones attention will turn back to her and be the forefront of the scene..Paris is annoyed, impatient,, embarrassed,, but her posture and tone remain obedient and calm, cute even.

"Yes, I understand."

I can't help but give her one final blow, like a giving a child an answer to the thing that you know they did, but you forced them to anticipate and think about which thing you found out about.

"Yes what you understand?"

At first she looks disgruntled like she's taken my words as me needing her to explain and recite in serious detail my plan for her and Jones, but then she realizes what I'm getting at.

"Yes, Mam I understand.."

"Good girl, now I'm gonna get some stuff out of your drawer that I know Mr. Doughhack had in there that is just perfect for our class lesson, I'm going to give them to you and we are going to begin. You ready to teach the class about Miss Jones anatomy she's allowed us to present so graciously and *openly*? I mean your rude interruptions have left her waiting for awhile and she isn't getting paid for volunteer work. (I giggle at my own dumb jokes bite me)

"Yes mam."

My pussy is low key quivering at dominating Paris and making her my bitch, which gives me mixed emotions, am I bi? Am I just a lezdom? But I just acquaint it to the scenario and the power, I'd been just as if not more excited forcibly removing Jones clothes and feeling that power, then I did dominating and being in control of a now submissive Paris..but my sexuality is complex and I don't need to elaborate to much on that to continue this story, personally I'd just rather not.

I turn everyone's attention back to Sam as I've reached the desk and I'm opening the drawer, speaking to her directly for the first time in a few minutes.

"what about you, are you ready to finally get to what you came here for? Being an sexual education doll?"

I pull out two objects from the desk drawer, showing them first to my unicorn with wide eyes at the sight of them..

One of the objects Mr. Doughack kept around to read with his poor vision even cheater glasses were no use.

The other well, he mained Chinese for lunch.

I showed them to the class as I walked back to the front of the desk. I handed them to Paris, she as well as everyone else knew what they'd be used for, and I'd actually witnessed Paris eating lots of Chinese food myself so I knew she'd be experienced.

One of Paris' hands now grasped a pair of chopsticks in a package, there were several packs of them in Doughhack's old desk, I'd pocketed my own just in case I may need them as well..

In her other hand was a large magnifying glass, big but not to big to hold in one hand, or comically so.

"Let's get started Miss Paris."

To be continued.

Started writing and ended up places I didn't expect to but I'm not unhappy about. Let me know what you think, more to come soon.

[Divhim]

This is one of the few stories I get excited for everytime it pops up in the feed. Your writing style and linguistics are at such a great balance all around as it makes the story feel flushed out but yet still super digestible to sit through. Also you have a knack for pushing the pace of the exposure and humiliation for this series' victims so tastefully well. It feels constantly on the edge of the seat. I get the time to digest each moments current worsening predicament but just as soon as it settles down and starts to get comfortable, boom, it gets another level worse for for the victim. I am excited to see how you utilize the chopsticks to explicitly teach us miss Jones' anatomy of her pussy and asshole to the class and us in the near future. As far as I can recall I have only heard of that instrument being used once or twice before with other authors in previous stories..Another awesome read and inspiring me to try and post more

[Nikolai]

This is one of the few stories I get excited for everytime it pops up in the feed. Your writing style and linguistics are at such a great balance all around as it makes the story feel flushed out but yet still super digestible to sit through. Also you have a knack for pushing the pace of the exposure and humiliation for this series' victims so tastefully well. It feels constantly on the edge of the seat. I get the time to digest each moments current worsening predicament but just as soon as it settles down and starts to get comfortable, boom, it gets another level worse for for the victim. I am excited to see how you utilize the chopsticks to explicitly teach us miss Jones' anatomy of her pussy and asshole to the class and us in the near future. As far as I can recall I have only heard of that instrument being used once or twice before with other authors in previous stories..Another awesome read and inspiring me to try and post more

Thank you so much for your kind words and taking the time to comment, I'm glad you enjoy the series, I wonder at this point how long It'll end up being, as even simple parts that I think I'm gonna jot down quick have random subparts and ideas thrown about, like the idea was to simply get the things from the drawer, but somehow I ended up taking off into submitting Paris, which happens often when I write, I'm glad you mention that it doesn't feel drug out or undigestible as that's one of my bigger worries when having such a volume of backstory or subparts to get to the actual humiliating aspects but I feel it gives a more believable life to the story and tiny details or recaps of what's happened before add the character depth and scene, I wonder to myself how many pages this series will end up before conclusion, theoretically it could be a short novel before the end. I've enjoyed the ride thus far and continuing to add to the series while occasionally giving it a break to work on other things, the continuance and making it all make sense beginning to end is more of a challenge but leaves it easier to pick up on wherever I left at times. I'm glad you and others have enjoyed it and been patient through lapses in time and parts being put out. I hope you continue to enjoy the series as there's so much more to tell before Candace receives her inevitable downfall and I want you all to know how she gets there, how twisted she becomes, and the many enemies she encounters and humiliates that begin to add up. I really don't know where I'll end up or what will happen but I'll continued to write while interest remains and maybe after that as I'm far to far in to leave this one collecting dust without conclusion. And the conclusion of the series and Candace getting what's coming to her is nowhere in sight.

[PricklyPencilPhd]

This story is my absolute favorite I loved the wedgie that forced the teacher to be submissive. Asking to pick her wedgie out is genius and I’d love to see more. I think since she’s in high school you should do the next chapter about some humiliating things that are common bullying techniques. Like wedgies and pantsing And my personal favorite the purple nurple. If you did some detail of a girl publicly getting a purple nurple I would love that. Keep up the awesome writing!

[ely]

This series should last forever. Wonderful!
I haven't commented before because I haven't finished reading it all yet, I'm on page 6, but I think it deserves my comment so you know you have more fans than you think.

[Juncker]

Eyyyyyy we canon now. Still loving this story, you’ve got one sick and twisted mind when it comes to dishing out humiliation - I never truly know what’s coming next. If the right honorable milf Ms Paris is going to lose ALL her dignity, I’m casting a vote against her having her pubes shaved. Personally I think it’s a complete coward’s move to get rid of something that can either be a source of embarrassment or is otherwise just gives some flair to the details. People don’t have to be embarrassed by their pubes, I sure ain’t, but I think it’s just absolutely boring to write a character to have them for the sake of getting rid of them.