All characters depicted are assumed to be over the age of majority.
The other parts of the story can be found here.
“Cora! This is the second time I’ve had to tell you to stop talking and pay attention. That is two more times than should be necessary. Do you not agree?” Mr Brisbane crossed his arms in front of his chest, holding a piece of chalk in one hand.
Cora blushed as the whole class’s attention zeroed in on her. “Yes, Sir. I agree. I’m sorry, Sir.”
She looked at the blackboard, full of the headmaster’s notes on advanced edging techniques. None of it was written down in her notebook, as she had been too focused on her conversation with the girl sitting next to her about what Kiane Blacktown had done over the lunch break.
“Do you think your conversation is more important than my lesson?”
“No, Sir.”
“Perhaps you’re already the expert on edging,” he said, his voice flat.
“No, Sir.” Cora blushed again.
“I see a blank page in front of you. Perhaps you ought to come to the front of the class and demonstrate a U-spot edge, since you feel no need to take notes.”
She felt like her cheeks might burst into flames. “Please, no, Sir. Please, I’ll take notes. I’ll pay attention.”
Mr Brisbane’s eyes glinted. “Come to the front of the class, Cora.”
The walk from her desk to the front of the room felt like an eternity, with all the other girls’ eyes on her. She cursed herself for being so wrapped up in Kiane’s latest treachery.
He had pulled an extra chair to the front and set it in the middle where everyone would have a good view. “Take off your panties and sit.”
Cora lifted up her plaid skirt and peeled down her white, school-issued panties, staring at the floor and trying to pretend she was alone.
It was impossible with all those eyes boring into her.
A couple of girls giggled from the back. She took a seat and spread her legs; the air was cool on her wet slit, waxed bare per school regulation.
“Bring up your knees, so everyone can see properly,” Mr Brisbane said.
She obeyed, her face flushed.
“Now, show us the U-spot edge, Cora.”
Cora had no idea what a U-spot edge was. She began to circle her fingers around her clit, and in a matter of seconds the head was swollen and her cunt dripped. Daily edging was a school policy, with a strict moratorium on orgasms. It had been months since she had gone over the edge, and even that had been a ruin. She circled her clit faster, closing her eyes, thinking about that day.
It had been during the rimming lesson, and Mr Brisbane had partnered the girls off. Cora had been put with Benalla Cobram, and her breath got heavy as she remembered the girl’s smothering ass cheeks on her face, as she desperately tried to tongue the other girl’s butthole. She had been brought before the student assembly for that ruin, and the thought of the caning she had endured because of it raced her toward her orgasm. It was the memory of struggling to breathe, the dirtiness of the act itself, and the brutal punishment that followed, that brought Cora to the edge, today, sitting in front of the class. Quickly, she pulled her fingers away, feeling the needy little clenches subside. Her heart was racing and her breathing was fast and shallow.
As her eyes regained focus, Cora blushed, remembering where she was. She looked at the headmaster, hoping that this edge would be good enough to appease him.
There was a half smile on his face, and it made her shiver.
“I’m sorry, Cora. That was an excellent clitoral edge, but unfortunately not the U-spot edge I asked you to demonstrate. Perhaps you are not the expert you purport to be?” he said.
Her heart sank. “No, Sir. I’m sorry, Sir.”
She wanted to protest that she never said that she was an expert at anything, but she’d been at this school long enough to know that argument just resulted in more punishment. Her cheeks burned as she sat in front of the class, exposed.
“Go back to your desk, Cora. And see me after class. I think we need to have a … discussion about your classroom behavior.”
Cora closed her eyes and tried not to cry. She knew what would happen after class — and she probably wouldn’t be able to sit comfortably for a long, long time. Someone giggled from the back of the class, and her blush deepened to scarlet. Making it through the rest of the day was going to be its own special torture, anticipating the punishment she would have to endure. The other girls were going to tease her mercilessly about it, she knew.
She said the only thing she could say. “Yes, Sir.”