Choose Your Own Spanking
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(****, ?/?, Edgy, Could contain anything.)

This is an interactive story where you get to choose how the story progresses. (Approximately 880 words. Originally published 1998-02.)

Giggling with mischief, Erica opens the door.

Inside is a schoolroom. There are a couple dozen students seated at desks and a tall, sternfaced woman in black standing by a blackboard in front of everyone. She holds a long wooden pointer in her hand and is obvious in the middle of a lecture.

"Oh, excuse us," you mumble. "Apparently this is the wrong room." You turn to leave.

"Don't move an inch!" shouts the woman, pointing her stick directly at you. You and Erica freeze.

"Class, it looks like we have two new students. Please introduce yourselves and find a seat."

Shyly, you turn. "I'm Terry."

"I'm Erica."

Blushing, both of you grab the nearest empty chairs and sit, anxious to be away from the center of attention. The woman nods. "My name is Miss Letcher. I am your teacher today. You will obey be and be good students."

Something in the way she speaks sends chills down your spine. You glance at the other students, and most are intently focused on studying books on their desks. No one looks at you.

Miss Letcher continues her lesson, and you realize with despair its something on anatomy, a subject that embarrasses you with your lack of knowledge. After a few minutes, the teacher points the rod at a guy near the front.

"You there, young man. We need a demonstration of a male organ. Would you please step to the front and demonstrate?"

The man looks terrified, but obeys. Before everyone he is stripped naked and the woman continues her lecture, using her pointer to indicate the various portions of male anatomy. The man is obviously aroused, his cock growing huge under the woman's focus.

"Tut tut!" scolds the woman. "Look at that. Here I am trying to educate you students and you are thinking about sex! I shall have to punish you for that!"

With no further warning, the woman drags out a chair from behind her desk and seats herself, patting her lap. The man quickly stretches out with his butt high in the air and she begins to spank him. After a couple dozen spanks with her hand she lifts him to check his cock, finds it harder than ever, and so she reaches for the hairbrush on her desk and begins to really redden his bottom.

"Oh my God!" whispers Erica. The blood has drained from her face and it is obvious she is frantically excited. "I can't believe he's just sitting there."

"I'm sure she'd give you the same if you asked nicely," you say with a smirk. Erica looks shocked and frightened. But before she can reply there is a loud cry from the front of the room.

"Talking! How dare you talk in my class!" Miss Letcher is standing, the well-spanked lad kneeling on the floor in shame. She is pointing her stick right at the two of you. You look away in shame.

"To the front, both of you. Obviously you need some discipline to learn the rules."

Reluctantly, but excited, you and Erica rise and go to the front of the room. The spanked boy is sent to the corner and you and Erica and forced to strip. Naked, you can feel the eyes of all the other "students" watching you. You are frightened but the sight of Erica, standing beautifully naked beside you, cheers you up considerably.

"Bend over my desk!" commands Miss Letcher, and you obey, though you aren't certain as to why. She is holding a large wooden paddle, and you have no doubt as to her intentions. Erica is beside you, her breathing ragged and hoarse.

WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! The paddle begins to pound Erica's ass. WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! You hear her gasp and shudder in pain, and then the paddle is whacking your butt, hot stinging pain flooding through your body.

"Oooh," you scream, but the paddling does not stop. After a half-dozen wallops it's Erica's turn again, and then yours. Miss Letcher alternates like that until you've lost count on how many spanks you've gotten, you just want it to be over. You are weeping uncontrollably, and your bottom throbs even when she's not spanking it.

Finally it is over. "Stand up," says the teacher. "You both should be ashamed of yourselves, talking in class during a lecture. I hope you have learned your lesson."

"Yes, Miss!" cries Erica, sniffling and holding her sore, blistered bottom, and you echo and mimic her.

"Good. Well, now that we have two new volunteers, let us continue the anatomy lesson."

Thus, your face burning, you find yourself bent over with your ass to the crowd. Your hands are behind you, pulling your cheeks apart, while the teacher pokes your anus with her stick and explains its function in embarrassing detail to the students. Next to you Erica sits on the chair, her legs spread, her fingers pulling her slit wide. Her demonstration is next.

"I never remember school being like this," you think. "If it had been, perhaps I wouldn't have skipped class so much."

THWIP! The thin pointer strikes the back of your thighs sharply. "Don't wiggle!" scolds the woman. You nod and sigh in contentment.

"Yes, Miss Letcher."