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By TJ Ryder
Found on a message board

Sisties pony ride
The 1960’s are back in the saddle
 
    Spring had finally arrived at Jefferson Jr College.  Johnny, a junior, was happy to
see the girls in their lightweight outfits.  some adolescent bosoms straining within
sheer sweaters, smooth bare arms in sleeveless jumpers.  AS his eyes wandered restlessly
around English class he was inevitably drawn to give a look at Pamela, the most
beautiful girl he’d ever seen.  She wore a daring outfit, showing a little cleavage,
and a short skirt.  By the way her big firm breasts jiggled, she couldn’t be wearing a
bra, a topic that kept all the boys in the class engrossed for months.  He looked at
her with intense longing as she gossiped with a girlfriend sitting beside her.

  The teacher was out of the room for the moment and everyone was chattering busily
but he only had eyes for Pamela.  Then, for some strange reason, she turned and caught
him staring as she always did, before he could look away.  With a triumphant smug
smile, she turned and giggled to her friend.

    "Does she always have to catch me"? he wondered to himself. She was known as a
stuck-up arrogant bitch to everyone and dated very little. And when she  did, the
boys who went out with her seemed to change.  They appeared meeker, more humble
somehow.  The word was she was a serious cockteaser and ball buster.  Still, he
sighed, was she ever stacked!

    The classroom door opened and the only person entered who could disrupt his rapt
attention of Pamela,  Ms Brown, his English teacher.

   Ms Brown frowned when she entered with a folder, having heard all the noise from
the corridor.  Even frowning, her face looked lovely, more so.  She was in her late
thirties, blond and built as the boys said.  Her skirt was frequently a little too
high for school officials, but she didn’t seem to care.  Word is she had influence
with the Superintendent.  While she wore a bra for her ample breasts, it only
enhanced the large globes in her sheer sweater.  Everyone fell silent at once,
because not only was she a teacher but the school disciplinarian.  Only she in the
whole school was legally allowed to perform corporal discipline on the students.

  Johnny felt dizzy at times when he allowed himself to dwell on her duties. Under
the law in this province, official disciplinarians have more ability to correct
behavior depending on the past history of the offender.  After three offenses,
she had sole discretion of the use and amount of punishment.  Unfortunately, Johnny
had gone through a difficult period when his parents divorced, and before
transferring to this school had accumulated three offenses.  That particular
school had no disciplinarian so he was sent here.  The infamous word of mouth
grapevine was accurate in that the corporal punishment did allow for ’total body
castigation’ on the fourth offense.  To the boys that meant the one dreaded
thing, cock whipping.  And Ms Brown strongly believed in it according to gossip.

  Everyone knew someone who had been cock whipped, but so far nobody actually
admitted it.  Johnny did know of one boy on the football team who had accumulated
several offenses, and used to be known as a rebel.  Now he was often seen helping
Ms Brown carry her supplies into class from her car.  He also became more popular
among girls everyone thought bitchy and arrogant.

   When the class ended Johnny was about to go when Ms Brown signaled she wanted
to speak with him.

   "Please remain behind, John," she said with a smile.  "I’d like to talk
with you."

   His heart beat furiously.  The only thing he had possibly done was to let
his eyes stray on his neighbor’s test paper the other day, and that was because
it was Pamela, who had reached up with an hand to touch her hair, thus exposing her
incredible cleavage, but Ms Brown wasn’t even in the room, so she couldn’t know.

    All the students left except for him and the teacher. She got up from her desk
and closed the door, his eyes following the swelling breasts as she moved.  Then
she walked over to him and sat down on the top of the chair across from him,
and even in this situation he could barely force himself from looking down into
her full cleavage as she leaned towards him.

    "You’re wondering why I kept you here," she said.  "Well I’m afraid I’ve
heard some very disturbing news."

    "oops," he gulped, "what is it Ms Brown?"

    "It concerns cheating on a test the other day.  A very reliable source has
informed me she saw you looking at her paper.  This is very serious,
John especially," she added significantly "with your previous record." 
’Oh no!’ he realized she knew about his previous offenses at the other school
now, and almost anything could get him into the punishment room at this point.
He tried to be casual even though his heart was hammering.

    "Yes Ms Brown,"  as he couldn’t think of anything to say.

    "This student who told me, you have a right to know, is Pamela.  I trust her
and for the last few months she has been apprentice disciplinarian to me. So you
can see why I value her judgment but I want to hear your side of it also.  What
do you have to say for yourself?"

    He had no idea Pamela was her assistant, and that horrified and somehow
titillated him as well.  Turned in by that bitch tease!  He had to try to get
some credibility then.

    "um, well, I did accidentally maybe look at a paper but I didn’t see anything,
honest," he blurted out.

    Ms Brown paused, her lips pursed, "I see, and there’s something else.  Pamela
says you’ve displayed a rude obnoxious way of staring at her and some other girls,
making her uncomfortable.  Is this true also?"  Her breasts seemed to expand outward
as she asked the question.  Johnny forced himself to look down.

   "I’m, um, I’m not sure, Ms Brown.  I do I suppose look at her sometimes.  Maybe
I do stare but I really didn’t think it bothered her that much." 

    "Well, I think you should meet me in my office at 8th period today.  I want
to get this settled."  She smiled and got up and added, "Pamela will be there too."

   Johnny could hardly think of anything except for the upcoming appointment for
the rest of the day. Time seemed to fly by as he envisioned Pamela and Ms Brown
in the room.  Finally, the last bell tolled,  and he wondered as he walked across the
quadrangle if he should just head for the bus stop and not go.  But he knew he had to
 because it would result in an arrest warrant due to the femina society rules for
sex harassment in this province.  He had no future except as a fugitive if he took
off, and besides, there was a strange fascination over what went on there, and
finally, he could feel his hardon in his pants, that Pamela would be there.

  He went to her office on the 3rd floor of the West Wing, purposely isolated from
the main student areas.  Everyone knew that there was a windowless room besides
her office and everyone also said they could hear screaming sometimes even through
the concrete block walls.  He doubted that anyone ever heard that because there
was a ’No Loitering’ sign posted at both ends of the hallway. A sign on a door
neatly displayed ’MS BROWN-DISCIPLINARIAN’  He was about to knock but paused, hearing
voices within.  Wondering if Pamela was in there he listened intently. Faint giggling
could be heard, along with what sounded like kissing, he thought. He found the
idea enormously erotic.  Finally he knocked on the door. Silence for a few moments,
someone’s murmured voices and an authoritative, "Come IN!" that made him swallow.

    He entered hesitantly.  Ms Brown stood up by her desk, smoothing her skirt
and Pamela was sitting on a divan, touching a button on her blouse, but showing a
lot of cleavage anyway. She seemed to have a smug smile on her face. Ms Brown
motioned him to sit down in front of the desk and shifted her shapely buttocks so
she sat on the edge of it.  She picked up a clipboard, removed a pen and handed it
to him.

    "I’d like you to sign this paper," she said as he took it, "it just restates
what we said in class.  Iv’e already spoken with your mother and she agrees with
me it’s a very serious matter and has consented to my handling it with my own
judgment."

    He tried to focus on reading the statement, grateful not to look into Pamela’s
triumphant expression. He admitted to many things, he thought, but it was
essentially true.  In fine print at the bottom it said he agreed to take any
punishment Ms Brown decided on. Looking at both beautiful women, Pamela arrogantly
smiling at him, he felt impelled to sign, which he did.  Ms Brown beamed her
approval as she took the clipboard back.

    "That’s very good," she smiled, "its so tedious when boys deny it and only
prolongs the inevitable. I think admitting one’s guilt is the first step to
making progress.  Now we only have to decide what’s to be done with you. 
I haven’t personally disciplined you before and I’ll take that into consideration. 
Essentials the fact is this.  You qualify for a full body castigation because this
is your fourth offense.  Do you understand that?" she asked.

    "Yes, Ms Brown."

    "And do you know what that means?" she asked with a smile.

    "Well, not exactly," he admitted.

    "Then," she said, "I believe you should.  I think I’ll let my apprentice answer
it for you.  Would you like to, Pamela?"

    "I’d be happy to, Ms Brown," she said sweetly, and quoted almost verbatim
from memory, "full body castigation means a whipping or other methods of painful
admonishment over your whole body."  Pausing, she smiled, "which includes the
genitals, which is what all the boys gossip about.  But they don’t know what that
means really.  It means the penis is made fully erect before it is thoroughly
scourged with a small whip or thongs, and the testicles are also punished, with
special instruments.  Is that correct, Ms Brown?"

   "That was perfect, dear," she said, laughing. "But the main thing for you to
understand, John, is that fourth offense punishment is totally discretionary. 
That means it continues until I’ve decided you’ve learned your lesson." 

    Pausing, studying his reaction, she continued, "or I should say we decide,
because Pamela is not only my assistant but a factor in your case.  I think it
would be nice for both of you to share the experience, once we decide what it
is to be."

     Pamela rose from her divan, and moved in front of John to rest her lush buttocks
on the desk so she could face him.  She crossed her shapely legs, her short skirt
hiking up to the top of her thighs.  John thought her panties were barely visible. 
Smiling at him, "I hope you don’t mind my taking part in this John, because I had
to report your behavior.  It’s my duty."  John shook his head.

   She leaned forward, as John felt his erection swell in his pants as she listened
to him saying he had no objection to her being there.  She crossed her hands in
her lap, her partially unbuttoned blouse exposing twin firm lush breasts, now
pressed together by her arms. She continued, "you were making me so uncomfortable
with your staring, all day long. You know that’s a form of sexual harassment." 

   He dumbly nodded, and she sighed as her billowing cleavage rose and fell with
her breathing.

   Ms Brown rested her hand on Pamela’s bare thigh, lightly patting her.  "I have
an idea for the both of you.  Why don’t I leave his punishment to you dear?  After
all you were in a sense a witness and a victim.  You decide whether he gets an
average correction or a full body castigation and what else," pausing with a smile,
as she looked at John, "unless you have an objection you’d like to make, John,
for the record?"

   John, reeling from the statement, understood correctly that the term
’for the record’ meant his objection wasn’t going to do him any good anyway,
probably hurt his record in the long run, and by objecting he’d probably irritate
them both.  "Um, no, I don’t mind." he said.

    Pamela smiled, smug now in her absolute power, parted her ripe thighs
slightly, exposing her panty covered crotch to John, who could see up her short
skirt form his vantage point.  "I’m not really sure," she said softly, her small
tongue moistening her ripe lips.  Her braless breasts jiggled as she squeezed her
arms together, her nipples visibly turgid, poking out the sheer material like
marbles.  "I don’t want to seem mean, but I suppose I really must be firm."

    Ms Brown asked if she had reached a decision then.   Pamela nodded, looking
directly at John.  "Yes," she said with a sigh, "my decision is the total body
castigation.  I’m really sorry John, but I do think you must be punished very
severely for what you’ve done." Ms Brown thanked her and squeezed her thigh,
saying she agreed, giving her a quick kiss on her downy cheek.

    Ms Brown picked up her clipboard and checked the punishment column, and asked
Pamela another question, "do you have any further stipulations on his punishment, dear?"

    Pamela nodded, half smiling, as her tongue licked her upper lip.
    "Oh yes, I want to do his genitals myself!" John’s mouth opened in shock
as Ms Brown laughed softly.
 
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