Since it was Thursday I would be going to B1.
Only one girl was punished that day. She picked position 2 and had twenty nine lashes coming so I was really excited when the teacher said I was excused. I ran all the way to B1.
When I went in the room was empty except for a bed and an overstuffed chair. There were a few soft leather straps from one to four inches wide and some whips made from different lengths of leather boot laces. I felt all of them and none seemed very bad.
My teacher walked in a few minutes later. I was glad to see him. I had been dying to see his dick out of his bathing suit.
He explained that the teachers rotated from room to room so I would have a different teacher in room B1 next time to allow me to enjoy different tastes. He asked if I had any questions. I understood the function of the rooms except Fantasy day and the Joys of torture.
"Right. I was going to get to that. On mondays You will give me a paper describing a sexual fantasy that either you have thought up or have heard about. We need advance notice in case some special equipment is needed. Some of the girls fantasies are impossible to do either because they would have to be outdoors or involve animals or other things we can't provide. I don't want that to hold you back though because we may be able to come up with a compromise. For instance, one of the girls a few years ago wanted to be whipped in front of a large audience. We couldn't do that in Room B4 so we arranged to have it in the auditorium. Incidentally that happened to you. Did you get orgasms from it?"
"No, not until the last part where they used the soft whip and it went on long enough to let the excitement make me forget the pain.I think it might have been better if I had not been blindfolded so I could see how excited it made them to whip me. Seeing the audience getting so excited kind of made me feel like a star."
"Yes I can understand that. You have to remember you were being punished for cheating. There was no intention of having you enjoy it. Someday you may want to do it again starting with soft whips then harder ones as your excitement and the audiences grows. Are you ready for your lesson or would you like to be whipped first to get excited?"
I was already so excited my panties were wet so we got undressed. I was amazed by his dick. It reached above his navel and was as thick as my wrist. I couldn't get all of it in my pussy let alone my mouth and throat. This class was mostly right out of "The Kama Sutra" and Bill and I had done most of the positions but it was still exciting enough for me to orgasm several times.
When he said I could leave I dressed hurriedly to talk to Buffy. I waited at the main door until she came toward me with a glazed expression on her face.
We compared our experiences. She had gone to the principals office. she said in there most of the orgasms came from pain but no pain was unbearable and it gave her a real feeling of accomplishment when the principal said she was brave enough to be rewarded by him giving her head and then fucking her. "God Lena. I have never cum so many times before. I feel like I am vibrating and I still get little after shocks just by walking."
I asked, "Is your body marked up much?"
"No that is the weird part. No-one would know I had even been hurt. There is no whipping except directly on your clit and that is not hard. Most of the excitement comes from stretching, pinching, and just the helpless feeling of being tied so tightly. It is hard to explain. You have to be there."
I told my experience which seemed pretty tame but she said that would be valuable to keep our boy friends or husbands from even thinking about other girls.
I showed Bill some of the little improvements in technique I had learned for both of us to maximize the pleasure. He could hardly wait for the next lesson and said he would write down some of his sex fantasies to add to mine Monday.
The next day I could hardly wait till three thirty. It turned out no-one was being punished so I got to B2 early. When I opened the door I saw a big chair facing a stage with a chrome pole going from floor to ceiling. One wall was sliding doors I opened it to find gobs of dance costumes. In a few minutes the eighth grade teacher came in with one of his students he introduced as Charlene. He told us to pick out our costumes and put them on. I found a cute costume with a tiny pink panties and bra and seven veils of pink gauze to tuck into the bra and panties. Charlene was still looking through the costumes when I was dressed so the teacher said I would be first. He took off his clothes and sat back down in the chair naked. Then he said, "You will dance to two songs. In the first song you will teasingly remove your costume. During the second song you will be naked. The object is to get me excited. You can use my dick as a gauge of your success. If it gets hard you will know you are doing well." This is a contest between you two. The winner will be fucked by me in the position of her choice and then have her pussy eaten by the loser. The loser will be whipped and then do whatever the winner wants to help her get to orgasm."
He had me pick out my music from CD's on the shelf. I picked out a rock group with a hard beat.
He pushed a button on his remote and the music started. I thought I had a better chance than Charlene since I was cuter and was happy. She looked sullen. I bounced around flipping out veils and grinning at him. It wasn't until I was down to my tiny panties that I noticed his dick was limp. I was disappointed since Bill would have been really hard by then but I was sure he would get excited when I was dancing naked. I was almost desperate before I found I could see a rise when I knelt in front of the stage with my knees wide spread and shook my boobies and some more when I bent over with my butt to him and reached between my outstretched legs to spank my pussy with my fingers. He clapped his hands and had me kneel by his chair while we watched Charlene.
She stepped up on the stage wearing a little leather bra with holes cut out for her nipples. He pushed the button and this slow sexy music started. She danced around as smoothly and sinuously as a snake then dropped to her knees and began crawling toward him dragging her nipples on the floor with her eyes nearly closed and a sexy look on her face. I looked at his dick and knew I had lost already. It was hard as a rock and he stared at her licking his lips. Then she took off the bra and began whipping her tits with it. When she took off the panties she twisted them as if wringing out a rag then used the big rope like thing to saw it back and forth between her legs with a kind of sick look on her face and her tummy pulsating. Then she pulled it out and began slapping her pussy with it. I had already lost but her second dance even got me excited. She would grip her nipples with her fingers and stretch out her tits till they looked like cones with beads of sweat on her brow from the strain. Just as it looked as if she might come she pulled them up to her face then bit one with her teeth and held it up that way while she flexed her knees to make the free one bounce wildly.
As a finale she stuck four fingers of her hand in her pussy and pumped it to the music until it was obvious she climaxed.
The teacher looked at me and said, "I guess we know who won."
I pouted, "It wasn't fair. She is older than me. This was my first time."
"You were told to make it sexy. Your little cheerleader routine isn't sexy. Work on it."