I stood, willing me self to be quite an invisible under the stark fluorescent lights. Prayed for it, but knew me lord would want me to learn from this…would make it a lesson, for if I done wrong then I needed to pay and I surely had done wrong. It had all started so innocent.

Images on the screen fluttered past, an I hated those images…hated the person that had done them things. It wuzn;t lady like….not even dignified nor proper in any way. Oh, I tired to make excuses then. Perhaps the needle had been the part….or me hand exploring those wet an willing folds a skin. Some how I remained still enough to hear the hammering of me heart in me ears. Surely, Professor Hannigan heard it…surely everyone in the room heard it. Twuzn’t fair to Amanda she wuz here at all…no not fair. It wuz me fault all of this had happened. The floor seemed to tilt…then righted itself jus in time an I kept standing…kept still like a soldier in one of them parade grounds they have.

The stern stoic voice was back, a flourish of a hand, the way she held her head. I wuz in trouble no doubt. Dread filled me body, an I almost…oh almost did, but didn’t in spite the way I really had to pee right then, wet me self. I could feel those piercing eyes upon me, boring a hole right into the center of me heart an who I wuz. Seeing the lurking blackness I tried so hard to hide away an all.

“I thought”, gulping me eyes going from one to another, then back down. “I mean … ummm, Amanda and the class….demonstration of…” but I knew me guilt in those pictures, knew I had done it outta lust an desire. With me heart a beating not stoop neath me hand a clutching me white blouse together an the cool golden crucifix as a constant reminder of me sin I wavered. “Yes ma’am, its me fault, I….I lost control of meself an the class….not clinical…jus too gorgeous, too submissive an I shouldn’t a taken advantage of the situation cause a good Christian girl wouldn’t ‘ave no how. I’m….”I looked at Amanda and into those not so innocent blue eyes. The girl that knew of me dark secrets, the girl that had known lustful bliss at me soiled hands. “I’m really sorry an all ‘bout the way I behaved, it wuz wrong.” I tried to keep a strong face up, to keep the tear from dribbling down me face an making it look like I wuz a fake of sorts. I didn’t like meself at that moment. Didn’t like the things I had done and the things that I seemed to like a doing. “The good book says to treat others as you would have them treat you…I don’t think I wuz doing so well at that with you….please, please forgive me for being so forceful with me ways upon yah.”

With a barely audable sigh I resigned meself to the inevitable. Amandas sweet young body disappearing hind the closing door. The thump of its heavy metal construction resounding in otherwise quite of the room. Standing….waiting, the seconds creeping every onwards to the incessant drumming of those manicured fingernails upon the steel desk. A beat that left me soon breathing to its rhythm. Four strikes in…four strikes out…Lord please be kind.

In this agonizing quite, me face an upper body blazoned on a wall more n 20 feet across in shear joy, me naked breasts out for all to see. The utter shame of it, an yet even now as me juices slid ever downwards upon me quivering thighs I still felt the heat inside. The beast grumbling in his dark cave…wanting warmth an light an a body next to me. I fought it…fought it hard.

It was bad this time, me breasts still taught, the hard ends pushing gainst the fabric so tightly clenched to me body by me hands. I could smell her now… a mild scent of perfume strangely exotic an hard to place. Her starched whites, the hard stern look of her eyes an I went to places I shouldn’t have in this situation. I fought for breath…then got it back. Not ugly, ‘neath that lab coat from what I could tell. No….proud, sure, confident, in charge. It echoed through her, I sought that for me self, wondering what price had to be paid to be like that. Me insides quivered in anticipation an I had to fight it all o’er gain. Why now, why these feeling as the scent of her clawed at me nose an tickled me insides. Oh this was not a good place to be….would she let me serve me penance beneath that lab coat.

The room tottered, an I stepped one step closer to her, me professor, the woman that tormented me dreams an I shuddered at some of them thoughts in me head. I fought hard to remain upright, to remain with me head up while all the while me nose twitched inside an a set other things to twitching as well. Silently I prayed for strength, a chance to run from here an put me arms round me love….round me partner an wife of sorts.

Suddenly the lights illuminated the room, a faint shadow upon the floor all bout me feet. No longer could I hide in the shadows of grey that stood out form the walls. They fled, along with much of me courage. That I stood yet was small wonder…an boy did I have to pee. Once, twice I rubbed me knees together for remembering to stand real still like some deer in the head lights. Lord I thought, perhaps I might disappear if I wuz still ‘nough.

Professor Hannigans face grew red, anger flashed in her eyes an cross her mouth. I could feel the floor neath me tremble form her approach. An then a blur of pain…pain cross me face form cheek to nose. Pain roared cross me senses and turned me knees to rubber. Collapsing onto them upon the hard cold floor with the copper taste of blood in me mouth I looked at her…..felt those eyes bore through me as me hands came up to rub me jaw an try to keep another blow from landing.

Slowly I worked me self back up, me cheek pulsing with red hot pain….me inside quivering in sumthing very different. A sense of pleasure wafted cross me skin…the beast within stirring from its slumber like a cat. Stretching lithely to fill me skin.

The cotton shirt hung open down me front an I did nothing but lower me hands an clasp them hind me back. Head down, subservient. Thar wuz no time to put in a word edgewise I reckon, only to listen…to obey.
An words made me heart leap to me throat an me pulse quicken as it throbbed ‘neath the tight band of black leather ‘bout me neck. Heat rose within, the air no longer chill, the world somehow going right with itself. I beast coiled, me chest going out, feet spreading apart, slowly, ever so slowly as I took up a better position to be judged an perhaps found worthy. Oh, those where the words that any mistress would fully understand, words I had used upon Hanaji many an evening….her lesson tonight would have to wait, her mistress was in need of instruction. It was time for class to really begin.

“Yes, Mistress Hannigan, by your hand…..I serve.” What more could one say?

If this wuz the Lords way of a punishing me then so be it. If Miss Hannigan wuz his tool in what I deserved so be it. But aphrodisiac….I’d heard of them, but nobody said they really worked well. An the way Miss Hannigan wuz a working an all I wuz beginning to think she really didn’t want what I thought she might. It wuz all mightily confusing. The signs, the scents…perhaps I’d gotten it all wrong.

Sheepishly I went to that stark desk…the smell of ammonia an bleach assaulting me nostrils. Carefully I took off what wuz left of me armor gainst the gaze of others. Even in nakedness the shame would be less than what the camera had captured…me in the fullness of sinful heat an debauchery. Me poor blouse, its buttons missing when Amanda had torn it free to get at me breasts. How could I have been so stupid. The blue skirt at least wuz intact….folding it an laying it upon the smooth white surface.

Thumbs hooked the elastic band of the ripped panties, there wuz no saving them, the crouch gone the way of the titanic, jus like I’d hit the iceberg and no would suffer in this frozen place of learning. Perhaps I could learn something from all this, like a keeping me legs together no matter what. Hanaji would be it…there would be no more…no more of any man or woman. None. Wiggling me hips I slid the damaged cotton from me body, an seeing how it was all ripped in the crouch threw them into the empty trashcan. The bra came last, an being in the same miserable shape as me panties met a similar fate. Then obeying me teacher to the letter I leaned over the desk, not happy at the way it made me feel so vulnerable. Not really understanding why she would make me do this nor what she might have in mind.

With me breast pressed flat gainst the cold surface I reached the drawer an opened it, drawing out the blue packet an popping the pills like I’d been told to. I wuz her student….an teachers don’t hurt their students. Swallowing the dual pink pills down me throat I waited for me punishment to begin, a deserving punishment given the way I could have killed somebody with me rash reactions.

Turning me head I watched the deliberate way the professor measured an made sure everything wuz ready….boy did I have to pee….Somehow the cold an detached manner she did things made me think that perhaps the lord wuz a really gonna teach me a lesson I wouldn’t be a forgetting. “Missss Hannigan….can I like…like go to the restroom” Me knees rubbing as I fidgeted in this very compromising position I found me self ‘volunteering’ for….the cool breeze of the air-conditioning playing cross me bare bum an back send chills down me spin. The almost painful swelling of me breasts reduced as I suppose the pill took it effects an everything began to resemble one of them visits to the gynecologist…cept I got to wear more clothes on those visits…..

I had second thoughts bout it…’bout taking me punishment right then an thar. But me savior had fared no different. So, gritting me teeth I let me head down onto the cold surface. Thy fathers will be done. Clicks an clanks of glass meet me ears an I closed me eyes to it all. Reaching forwards an outwards I curled me fingers round the edge of the desk an tried to think ‘bout the lords prayer….repeating it silently in me head as Miss Hannigan moved ‘bout hind me.

Cool air from the air-conditioner fell cross me bare back….cold metal of the desk greeted me front. The familiar feel of me golden crucifix twixst me breasts wuz me comfort. For the stoic voice that spoke left nothing of warmth for me to grasp upon. I listened to her prattle on with half me mind while I prayed with the other for strength.

Smack…..”umpphh”, The sound a crescendo in me ears as it I swore it echoed off the high dome overhead. Sudden sharp pain spread inwards from me buttocks and I bit me tongue with the suddenness of it. Bitter copper in me mouth, the air driven from me. Nevertheless, I did not cry out….no, this is what I had expected, me 40 lashes so to speak. At least I know knew how it would all go down, though I did wonder what she wuz a thinking of doing with them solutions.

Me eyes now open I watched the knuckles of me hand turn white as I gripped the edge of the desk an said nothing. A good ole-fashioned swacking wuz what I deserved I suppose, even though me parents had not raised a hand on me for many years. I would take me punishment an give nothing in return, for had not me lord done the same, course in me case it wuz a well deserved punishment for what I had done.

Gasping a bit….”Yes Ma’am” doing everything I could to mask the pain in me voice, I would face this with courage.

Each hard slap of the wood ‘gainst me left me breathing hard an sliding forwards on the table…then back….to receive yet another. The pain intense an on edge….that left me dangling. Me bum sent fire into me insides….an the beast laughed. The pain seared me, an set me insides on fire. Closing me eyes to it….I reckoned this wuz how hanaji felt when I did the same to her. I felt it….felt it flip from pain to pleasure an back. Each blow fell with pain, then in the moments before the other the pleasure spread….the dull ache an ache of joy.

Me bum moved, wiggled as if in torment, but the torment wuz something else all together, I might not be able to sit for a week, but what I wuz feeling wuz well worth the inconvenience. The blows got a bit softer, no doubt Miss Hannigan was tiring, an inside…inside I felt the first flutter. A soft butterfly like flutter of me insides an I bit back the moan least she learn the truth. “Urp” then settling blow after blow an I lived in a twilight world of greys. Pleasure an pain mixed, one not really the other but rather intertwined. I shook me head in disbelief, is this what the lord wanted me to learn…to learn what hanaji felt…to feel it me self an enjoy it at the hands of another. Heat rose up on me face and down across me chest…the heat of embarrassment an still each thwack of that stick only set me higher.

Finally it ended….an I stood as directed, me legs wobbly from the exertion of tensing then releasing with each flutter of me insides. With one tentative step after another I did what I was told… moving me weight from one tired leg to the other waiting. The clear glass met my hand an wuz the last thing I needed.

With eyes I begged her no, but I saw….I saw nothing respond in those dull eyes of hers, the bun partially undone as the tidy hair feel in wisps her an there along a face that could have been perty if she would just let it. I could feel the coolness returning as the sweat trickled down me body. I drank….drank it down an felt me gut wanna contract. I fought it off, me bladder hurting now.

“Please can I go pee” Handing back the water glass to her, watching for any hint of humanity to cross those eyes.

Miss Hannigan pursed her lips tight. "No you may not." She said firmly. Her grey steel eyes saw that Cassie didn't appear much worse for the wear, which aggravated her. Some students were entirely too willful for her tastes. Cassie handed the glass back to her teacher, who promptly turned on a sharp heel and returned to the sink. The glass was refilled and then returned to Cassie's hand. "Drink. The aphrodisiac dehydrates you, you need the water. Or weren't you paying attention when I listed the side effects of improper use?" Miss Hannigan snorted in disgust, waiting until Cassie had finished the second liter of water before taking the glass back and placing it aside on the table. "Good. Now go to the board and take a marker." Back to basics it would seem. The teacher hadn't used such methods in ages, but it worked on schoolchildren, and she felt it might have a chance to be effective on this girl who displayed such a similar lack of foresight and self control. "I would like you to write this on the board one hudnred times." Her hand swept over a blank page on her desk, scribbling a list in red. The paper was plucked up and deposited in the redhead's grasp for while the severe looking woman crossed her arms over her chest and sat in her swiveling office chair.

I WILL NOT PRESUME TO TEACH THE CLASS.
I WILL FOLLOW DIRECTIONS.
I WILL EXERCISE PROPER SAFETY PROCEDURE AND CAUTION.
I WILL DEPORT MYSELF IN A RESPECTABLE MANNER.
I WILL NOT ENDANGER THE LIVES OF MY FELLOW STUDENTS.
I WILL LEAVE MY PERVERTED PRIVATE LIFE OUTSIDE OF CLASS.
I WILL STRIVE TO CORRECT MY IGNORANCE OF SCIENTIFIC LANGUAGE

Water sloshed about me tummy almost making me feel ill an cramped. The cramp was the thought of all that water even pushing further on me bladder. I felt miserable now, the feelings the thrashing had given me fading as even baser instincts took over. With the piece of paper in hand I ‘gain to trudge to the board working real hard not to have no wiggle in me step an all. The thought hit me fore I got there though. A thought to beat all thoughts so I stopped. Me mind working on that list a things an feeling ashamed at having to walk round all naked like an ‘bout to pee on the floor.

“Professor Hannigan, Ain’t it a scientific fact that it be bad for a girl to hold in her pee cause then it can lead to things like UTI an worse….an If I’m to be true to these words than can I please put on me clothes, cause I feel kinda bad ‘bout traipsing ‘bout with nothing on an I really would prefer to be dressed an a not putting me perverted private life on full display in the classroom like and would really like to deport me self in a respectable manner cause this jus ain’t it at all. I really am trying to follow directions, but it be kinda hard an all when I’m not allowed too.”

I hoped I wuzn’t about to get in trouble for the teaching part, but I wuzn;t really lecturing her an all. Maybe I should be writing on the board all about scientific language an such. I surely said no such thing even if the thought was thar. I’m not stupid, and saying such would ‘ve bought me a heap a trouble I reckon. That UTI part was the best though…it said all kinds of things like scientific an all. Well at least I hoped…if nothing else me arms an fingers were gonna be real sore like when this wuz done.