Trumped Up Punishments – Chapter 9: Fundraiser II

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Trumped Up Punishments – Chapter 9: Fundraiser IITrumped Up Punishments – Chapter 9: An unusual fund-raiser, Part IIEloise, Ibby, Andrew and Rebecca are being punished in a new format punishment assembly – for the first time, members of the public can pay to attend, and wealthy donors can influence the proceedings, bidding money for the right to set each student’s punishment and even to carry it out. Eloise has already been punished and humiliated severely – Andrew thought he was going to be next, but Ibby has was called forward instead.Andrew, a scrawny, red-headed pupil at Millennium High, sitting on stage waiting his turn to be punished publicly, was trying to keep his mind on boring, non-sexy things. But it was not entirely easy to ignore what was going on in the theater, although he had closed his eyes. “Please take off all your clothes and hand them to Carl!” Andrew could not help but open his eyes, and saw Ibby, petite, cute, Ibby, a girl he had long had a crush on, take off her school blazer, her blouse, her skirt, her tights, then her bra and panties. He saw her perfect body from behind, her small buttocks, unblemished, creamy skin; now as she handed her bundle of clothes to Carl, he could see her small breasts from the side. “Lift your arms and turn on the spot, slowly, until I tell you to stop!”Again, Andrew could not resist the temptation to watch as Ibby was turning, showing the front of her body, her small breasts and prominent bush, to her fellow students recovering from or awaiting their punishments in a row of chairs downstage. He knew it was a bad idea, and could feel his penis hardening even more, but he simply could not help himself. Ibby kept turning and turning; what Andrew did not know was that, during that time, the headmaster was receiving bids from the platinum and gold donors for the right to determine Ibby’s punishment. “Stop, Miss Koenig. I am now going to pronounce sentence. You shall be secured to a punishment horse lying on your back, with your legs tied to the posts behind your head. One of our platinum donors will then have the right to punish you in whatever way he sees fit for twenty minutes; to conclude, you will receive ten whiplashes on your vulva. Please lie down on the punishment horse now.”Andrew closed his eyes. This was getting too insane. When he opened them again (he just couldn’t help it), he had a sideways view of Ibby strapped to the punishment horse, her feet way behind her head and spread wide; he could catch a glimpse of her small breasts but could not see her pussy and bottom – which were prominently on display for the audience, however. He shot a quick glance behind him, and, sure enough, there was a close-up of Ibby’s crotch on the screen, with both her holes clearly visible, though partly obscured by her pubic hair, in high resolution. “Eyes front”, he thought. He was on stage, after all, and everybody could see him stealing a peek … although, no doubt, their attention was currently directed elsewhere. He also knew that he might well be up next, and he still had his ongoing project ‘get my dick down before I’m up’ to focus on. Not doing very well on that front though, he thought, as he saw a masked man in a business suit climb the steps to the stage. The man turned to the audience and said, in a loud voice that carried well, even though he did not have the use of a microphone:“This student has been making lewd comments in class.” Andrew recognized the voice of Mr. Witner, his class mate and bully Kevin’s father, the chair of the ‘Friends of Millennium High’. osmaniye escort What Andrew did not know was that this whole new format of punishment assembly, involving donors and members of the public, was in fact Mr. Witner’s brainc***d. Mr. Witner continued: “I do not want my son to be educated in a school where lewd comments are commonplace, particularly not if they are uttered by girls. I want what is going to happen to be of the greatest possible deterrent effect. Miss Koenig is to be humiliated and punished. So first of all, I would like some male volunteers to come up and help me humiliate her.”Quite a few hands went up, hesitantly at first, then more and more. Mr. Witner picked four young men (including, Andrew noted, his own son Kevin) and invited them up on the stage. “Oh, to be a glove on one of those hands that I might touch that gorgeous body”, Andrew thought, smiling to himself in spite of everything. A good education in the classics sometimes came in useful! “First of all, please explore her body with your hands to your hearts’ content!” Mr. Witner said. The four boys, at first shyly, started stroking and caressing Ibby’s petite frame, but soon, their hormones raging, they were groping and kneading her all over. Mr. Witner called a halt after two minutes of this. “Now, each of you take two of these color-coded clothespins. You can attach these to her body – anywhere. The aim is to secure them well, but also in as painful and humiliating a spot as possible.”After a few minutes, Ibby had pins on both her nipples, two on each of her outer lips, one on her clit, two on her left and one on her right breast. Andrew knew this because Mr. Witner had given a running commentary on where the pins were going. “Now, boys, they have all been placed in very good places. We will now have a little competition. You will each be given a small riding crop. You will use this to try to remove as many pins as possible as quickly as possible. Whoever attached the last pin that remains at the end – this is why they are color-coded – wins! As a prize, the winner gets to apply a bikini wax to Miss Koenig, that is, to remove all her pubic hair (as she should have done herself, she looks as if she’s from Europe).” Andrew saw how riding crops were distributed. Mr. Witner then shouted “Go!” and all four boys started hitting Ibby from all sides. She was screaming, but her screams were drowned out by the crowd, now really into this contest. After a frantic thirty seconds or so, all pins but one had been dislodged, and Mr. Witner called a stop to the proceeding. One blue pin remained, attached to her labia. The winner was, in fact, young Kevin Witner. The other three handed their crops back to Carl and, smirking, made their way back to their seats. In the meantime, Mr. Witner was explaining what would happen next:“It is normally expected of young women who are to be punished here that they remove their pubic hair well in advance of the assembly. Miss Koenig has honored this convention in the breach. Before we can continue her punishment, we shall therefore ask Kevin to remove it for her. If we used conventional wax strips or a razor this would take far too long – we have therefore come up with a rather more expeditious, albeit more painful method.”As Mr. Witner was talking, Carl entered the stage, carrying a little saucepan. “Kevin will now pour hot, melted wax onto those areas between Miss Koenig’s legs that are hairy. I am sorry to say that this includes virtually her entire vulva and, embarrassingly, the area around her escort osmaniye anus – the camera is showing this very well as you can see.”There was loud laughter in the theater. “This wax stays liquid for longer than ordinary wax, and it forms a solid, flexible material when cooled. We will therefore allow the wax to harden for two minutes before Kevin will pull it off in one, swift motion.”Carl was busy putting a towel underneath Ibby’s bottom; his strong arms had no trouble lifting her up briefly to slide it underneath her. Kevin was now holding a ladle that Mr. Witner was slowly pouring the liquid wax into. It was obvious that the wax was still very hot, as steam was rising from the saucepan. Andrew could not resist the temptation furtively to turn his head to look at the screens behind him. One showed Ibby’s exposed crotch, the other Ibby’s face and small breasts. Now the ladle came into view. Mr. Witner asked for complete silence. Andrew could see how Kevin slowly poured the hot wax onto Ibby’s body, starting at the pubic hair just underneath her stomach. The wax ran down onto Ibby’s vulva, accompanied by Ibby’s loud scream. Kevin was adding more wax onto her vulva, trying to cover all areas that were hairy, and made sure that her anus was also well covered in wax. Ibby was screaming continuously throughout, and only stopped when Kevin was done pouring and the wax started to cool. Suddenly, Mr. Barton’s voice came over the loudspeaker system: “I note that Mr. Porter is very interested in exfoliation, or why else is he following the process so closely on the screen behind him? Given his obvious interest, I suggest we give him the same treatment while we wait for Miss Koenig’s wax to dry.”Cheers of approval in the audience. “Mr. Porter, please step to the edge of the stage and take off your clothes.”Andrew could not believe it. He had been so mesmerized by what was happening on the screens, by the wax being poured over Ibby’s private parts, by the live stream of her face contorted in pain, that he had forgotten his own precarious position. He knew that refusing to obey would only make things (much) worse, and so he complied, stepping forward and unbuttoning his shirt. His face was dark crimson – he obviously had made no progress at all with his ‘get rid of the boner’ project. When his jeans came off, the tent in his boxers was obvious, and when they were gone, his penis was sticking out proud, surrounded by thick, red, pubic hair. “There seems to be quite a lot of hair there, so Mr. Porter will get the full experience. Please turn around, bend over and spread your buttocks – we need to see if there is more exfoliation work to be done in that area.”As Andrew turned around, he was confronted with his bottom on the screen, eight by four and a half yards in size, next to a screen of Ibby’s wax-covered crotch. He bit his lip, closed his eyes and bent over, spreading his butt cheeks. Catcalls and howls from the audience. “Clearly, work needs to be done down there, too. Please get onto the punishment horse, Mr. Porter.” In his humiliation, Andrew had not noticed that a second, smaller punishment horse had been wheeled onto the stage. He lay down on it. His legs were secured, far spread, in a right upward angle to his body. He was somewhat relieved that he was not forced into Ibby’s position, whose feet were secured well behind her head. His face was level with Ibby’s, however, and he tried to make eye-contact with her – unsuccessfully. Kevin was now approaching him, holding the steaming ladle, wearing an osmaniye escort bayan evil grin. Kevin was a bully, and Andrew, a bit of an outsider, had long been one of his victims. The pain of the hot wax being poured onto his crotch and down his crack was unbearable, particularly when it hit his sphincter. Andrew’s scream filled this theater as Ibby’s scream had filled it just minutes previously. Kevin made sure to cover not just the surrounding skin, but also the base of his penis (where there were a few red hairs) and his scrotum (which was covered in hair) with wax, and the pain was similarly excruciating, though now that the pouring of wax had stopped it was subsiding a little bit. Kevin now moved over to Ibby’s punishment horse, while Carl was putting a few lengths of string into the wax covering Andrew’s nether regions; they were combined at one end and tied into a knot. Andrew realized that this was meant to facilitate the wax being pulled off once dried. He could, by a sideways glance, see that Carl must have done the same to Ibby, as Kevin was holding similar strings that had been put over Ibby’s wax-covered crotch. Mr. Witner had taken over again as MC: “We shall all count down from ten, then please be silent. Once the room is silent, Kevin will exfoliate Miss Koenig.”The theater counted down enthusiastically. Any misgivings about one of their own being tortured by an outsider had disappeared, it seemed: this was simply too good, too exciting. “Three, two, one!” The theater fell silent. Andrew, who had been looking over to Ibby, could see her pale, scared face. She shut her eyes. Kevin pulled, Ibby’s face exploded in a scream, louder still than before. Kevin was holding up an inverted mold of Ibby’s vulva in wax, complete with pubic hair! Ibby was quietly sobbing. In his fascination, Andrew had forgotten that his own pubic hair was about to be ‘harvested’ in the same way. Looking to the front, he could see Kevin approaching him. Taking great care not to touch him, Kevin gingerly took hold of the knot on Andrew’s stomach. No count-down this time, Kevin simply yanked, taking the wax off and Andrew’s pubic hair with it. There were still traces of wax on Andrew’s penis and in his crack, but his pubic hair was gone entirely. In fact, Kevin was holding it up to show to the crowd. The pain had been terrible, but it was now quickly subsiding. The pain had achieved what Andrews mental exercises had been unable to: his penis hung limp between his legs. Andrew was unshackled and escorted back to his chair – he was now sitting naked next to the, equally naked, Eloise. Ibby’s chair to his left was empty, of course, but Rebecca, fully clothed, was sitting on the fourth chair. Mr. Witner was now approaching Ibby’s punishment horse, wielding a heavy whip. Mr. Barton’s voice announced that, as part of his winning bid, the platinum donor (whom everyone knew to be Mr. Witner, mask or no mask) had elected to execute Ibby’s sentence himself. The crack of the whip as its tip hit her vulva was like a pistol shot. The crowd was now entirely silent, as first the crack and then Ibby’s scream echoed around the theater. Crack after crack, as the whip connected repeatedly with Ibby’s crotch. When it was over, she was unshackled and assisted back to her chair by two security guards. Andrew now got his first chance to see what had been done to her, now bald, pubic area: it was not red, but a deep purple. Ibby was not looking either left or right, she just sat down, sobbing quietly. Mr. Witner had returned to his seat, and Mr. Barton’s voice reasserted itself:“Now, our next punishee is conveniently already naked. Mr. Porter, please come to the front of the stage and slowly turn on the spot, while we determine your sentence for your persistent lack of academic achievement!”To be continued …

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