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"--hout further ado, let's bring them out here. Give it up for our unwilling volunteers, Rachel, Sara, and Hannah!"

In another context, Rachel might have been flattered by the applause and catcalls directed her way. Naked, strapped to a table, and with unfamiliar sensations running through her body and making her privates even more public... well, she was as close to catatonic as is possible when your heart is attempting to earn a Guinness World Record.

Though they wanted to shut their eyes and pretend this wasn't happening, the three girls found their eyes locked on the stage as they were wheeled out. Principal Hamilton was at the microphone, and beyond her, out in the auditorium seating, was the entire school.

A few faces showed embarrassment, but by-and-large, the other students were excited and curious. About a quarter--mostly seniors--looked at the stage with a knowing gleam in their eye.

The three tables were wheeled into position, feet towards the audience, and the croc and bear walked off the stage to take their seats. Principal Hamilton gave the microphone to a stage hand, then went to take a seat herself.

After clipping his own miniature microphone on, Vice-principal Thoreau said, "Well, you've all heard the outline of what's about to happen, and I've no intention of telling these three what's coming, so let's just get this underway, shall we? If you'll forgive a cliche, Lights!" The lights above the seating went out.

"Cameras!" Two projectors came on. One shined on the great white screen behind the girls, and the second on the ceiling straight above them. The image was split into four pieces, three showing a whole-body view of each girl, and the fourth showing the Disciplinarian himself. His arms were raised in an epic posture reminiscent of the Y from YMCA.

The Disciplinarian's face split in an evil grin as he dropped his arms to T position. "Action." He lowered his arms and walked over to Rachel, still speaking to the audience. "As you're aware, surprise is an important piece of this punishment, and from their silence, I think it's safe to assume that we've adequately surprised these three." A nervous chuckle came from the audience. "Of course, since there's only one Disciplinarian, we'll have to start with one of them, and since Rachel was the primary offender, I think it's only fair that she goes first."

He stopped at Rachel's side. "Of course, silence does have its drawbacks, but I think we'll get plenty of noise in a little bit. In the meantime, let's have a little anatomy lesson. Your pardon, Mrs. Sampson, but I think the students are a bit less likely to fall asleep now than they are during your class." The audience chuckled, for Gabriel Sampson was famous for her monotonous voice and its tendency to put students to sleep, especially during anatomy, which was right after lunch.

The image shifted, the entire screen showing Rachel's petrified form. "You all know the basic parts--head, arms, and so on--so, I think we'll skip to the more interesting bits. These are Rachel's nipples. As you can see, they are almost--but not quite--flush with her chest. This indicates that she has only just entered puberty. At this point, it's almost impossible to tell how large her breasts will grow. Because of this, many young girls--Rachel included--are self-conscious of their nonexistent breasts and fear that they may never grow.

"As much as I hate to give her any peace of mind, I would be remiss if I didn't tell the other girls in the room that this is an unsubstantiated fear. When your breasts sprout has zero correlation to their final size. Even if they don't grow large, that's not really a problem. Despite what TV and magazines will try to tell you, large breasts are often an inconvenience, and not all men are fond of them. Many of us prefer a more reasonable size, and some of us prefer them small. As anyone who's seen my wife can attest.

"As you can see, this particular pair of nipples have become hard with arousal, so let's move on and see why. Here, on her thighs, we have attached a pair of metal restraints. These serve two purposes. First, like the ones on her wrists and ankles, they hold her in place. At the moment, Rachel is too stunned to do anything, but we'll see her try to escape later on, I'm sure.

"The second reason for these is mostly concealed in the table. If we can get a closer view of this area? Ah, there we are. As you can see on the screen, the thigh cuffs are vibrating. This vibration is specifically designed to send shockwaves up her thighs. And if we can pan up a bit--yes, like that--we can see that the vibrations are being transmitted all the way up to here.

"Which, of course, brings us to the most interesting part of this anatomy lesson. Behold the primary female sexual organ, colloquially called a 'pussy'." Nervous laughter raced through the audience, and the Disciplinarian cleared his throat impatiently. "This external portion is known as the vulva. Despite the arousal caused by the vibrations, most of what you see here is just the labia majora. As Rachel has only just entered puberty, only this, the cleft of venus or slit, is visible between them. As she matures, the labia minora may become more pronounced, but since we don't have several years, let's just spread this out to get a better view."

The Disciplinarian touched a button on the table, and Rachel stiffened even further and trembled as the table split in two beneath her legs, unwillingly dragging them out to the sides until her body formed a Y... this one inverted from the standard YMCA posture.

"Ah, much better. Given Rachel's overall physical health, we could probably spread her legs significantly further, but this will do for our purposes. As you can see, spreading her legs has caused the labia majora to part, revealing more of her vulva. These," He ran his fingers down Rachel's inner lips, causing her to jump. "are her labia minora. Where they meet at the top, they form the clitoral hood. As you can see, they are pink with arousal. This is caused by erectile tissue swelling with blood. As you may guess from the name, erectile tissue is also responsible for the male erection, and yes, this does mean that the labia are larger now than they would be normally.

"Now, if we pull the labia minora apart..." He did. "You can see a few more structures. This opening here is the vaginal entrance. Let me clear up a couple of rumors. First, right here is where the hymen would be, not further inside. Second, the fact that it's missing is perfectly normal. It can be lost with athletic activity, the use of a tampon, and in some cases, it never forms to begin with. And yes, it can also be lost with sexual activity, but given Rachel's level of embarrassment, I think it's safe to assume that that is not the case here.

"Above the vaginal opening is the urethral orifice, the opening she uses to pee. It's too small to see here, so let's move up to this little nodule. As you may have guessed from the name of its covering, this is called the clitoris, or clit for short. It is extremely sensitive and--well, you'll see."

* * *

The Disciplinarian gave a brief repeat of his speech for each of the other two girls, pointing out the differences in appearance and Hannah's hymen, a thin ring of flesh covering the outer quarter of her vaginal opening. Throughout the demo, the most that any of the three girls did was to jump at some new contact.

The audience, naturally, was riveted to their seats. Another wave of grins and blushes spread through the auditorium as the Disciplinarian said, "Well, I think that's enough anatomy, so let's move on to stage two, shall we?" The screens once again shifted to showing Rachel's entire body, then zoomed in on her pubic regions.

By now, Rachel had grown so numb to her surroundings that when the Disciplinarian slid a finger down her slit, she didn't even react. "Yes," he said, showing his slick finger to the camera, "that will do quite nicely. The clip, please."

Rachel blinked at the apparent non sequitor. Clip? Her confusion only deepened as the Disciplinarian moved a rubber object into view. It looked like half of a pair of handcuffs, only much smaller. As a circle, it would be slightly bigger than the Disciplinarian's thumb, around the size of a quarter.

As he lowered it to her private area, Rachel squirmed, trying to get away. Whatever that thing was, it could only mean bad things for her. Between the seven metal bands, though, she could only move slightly. Certainly not far enough to escape... whatever he was doing.

With steady hands, the Disciplinarian closed the miniature handcuff slightly, then lowered it to the top of Rachel's slit and held it on top of her clitoral hood with one hand. With the other, he reached down and rubbed at her entrance, covering the pad of his finger with her juices.

The Disciplinarian rubbed his slippery finger on her clit's hood and Rachel stiffened once more as she felt her body respond to his insisting touch. She jumped as her clit poked out to meet his finger, sending a powerful jolt up her spine. She looked down at him, eyes wide, only to see the Disciplinarian give her an evil, knowing smile.

With exquisite care, he slid the clip over her clit, pushing it as far towards the base as he could get it. He then closed it until both sides were touching her sensitive button, and then a notch or two further. The pressure was firm, but not quite painful. Even so, the unfamiliar sensation was distressing in such a tender and private place. Swallowing to moisten her dry throat, Rachel managed to croak out, "What--?"

"It's called a clit clip or clamp. They're not very common, and I would advise everyone here not to use them without training. The objective is to restrict blood flow, not to cut it off. Stopping the blood completely would make the clit numb, and with prolonged usage could even cause permanent damage."

As he spoke, Rachel could feel her clit swelling even further with each heartbeat. In the screen, she could see that it had only grown slightly larger and deepened in color, but it felt as big as a golf ball.

The Disciplinarian continued, "Even simple numbness would defeat the purpose, though, since the increased pressure causes an increase in sensation. That is, naturally, the intent. Observe." He re-moistened the tip of his finger, then ran it across Rachel's clit.

Rachel gasped. It felt like she had been hit by a lightning bolt, and what's more, it felt good! She closed her eyes, trying to let the feeling blot out the audience, but the illusion was shattered by a smattering of applause as the Disciplinarian removed his finger.

"Well, then, let's get this show on the road."

Rachel's eyes flew open in sudden terror as she realized that this wasn't the end. It wasn't even the middle, the Disciplinarian was only just starting! She tried to tune out again, but every beat of her racing heart was punctuated by a matching throb from her clit. She couldn't concentrate; she couldn't even think straight.

The Disciplinarian said, "I'm something of a traditionalist, so let's start with a classic." He pressed a button on the side of the table, and Rachel yelped as the to suddenly flipped over, leaving her staring at the floor.

"Oh, I'm sorry." The Disciplinarian sounded more mocking than apologetic. "You can't see now, can you. Well, we can fix that." Rachel saw a pair of feet walk up to her from backstage, and then the alligator's face came into view, sporting that same chilling grin as before. He slid a small TV under the table, then backed off, leaving Rachel staring at the view from the camera once more.

"There we are. Of course, none of us can see very much at the moment," the Disciplinarian said, sliding a hand down the other side of the metal table. "But we can fix that."

The Disciplinarian touched a button again, and the "simple metal table" once again shifted. The legs shifted, leaving Rachel suspended rather as if she was sitting in a chair with her legs wide, only tilted 90 degrees forwards. Without prompting, the table shifted again, the metal that had been against her lower back and upper legs folding back to reveal her rear end.

Rachel was amazed to see that with where the camera was, this position left her even more exposed than she had been a minute ago. Spread wide, everything from her butt hole all the way down to her clip-pinched clit was laid bare for the audience.

Distracted by this sight, Rachel started when she felt the Disciplinarian sliding under her. He had grabbed an ordinary wooden chair, and was now sitting in it, pulling himself under the metal table like an obscene desk. As she slid into place, Rachel felt something hard poke her side, but was quickly distracted when she realized what was about to happen.

The Disciplinarian raised one paw in the air like an eager student, cried, "Twenty!", then brought it down hard on her right butt cheek. SNAP The sound rang out like a small firework, followed shortly by Rachel's strangled "Aaaah!"

The Disciplinarian raised his paw again and said, "Nineteen!" CRACK Rachel's left cheek received the same treatment, and she cried out again, wiggling to try and escape the cruel hand.

"Eighteen!" WHACK"Seventeen!" SMACK The next two came quickly, drawing matching yelps from Rachel. Her backside was already starting to burn bright red, showing through her fur.

"Sixteen!" The Disciplinarian stopped with his hand in midair, and after a few seconds, Rachel started to wonder what was taking him so long. Shouldn't he-- CRACK The next stroke caught her mid thought, drawing a louder cry from her mouth.

The next five strokes continued similarly, some fast, some tortuously slow. Just as she thought she'd noticed a rhythm, the Disciplinarian slid his chair out from under her, and moved to kneel between her legs. The camera shifted upwards to get a better view.

He leaned forwards for a few moments, and Rachel twisted, trying in vain to hide her private parts from his close gaze. He was so close, she could feel his breath on her exposed parts. The sensation made her wonder why she was still so wet, so... aroused. It must be the-- SMACK

He'd done it again, caught her while she wasn't paying attention to him. Her cry turned into a low wail as the Disciplinarian delivered blows, one after another, using both hands to strike her as quickly as possible.

She kept whining even as the Disciplinarian stopped, tears rolling down her face at the pain. What kind of monster is he? I'm 14, practically a grownup, and he's spanking me like some six-year-old who can't blow their nose on their own yet. It's not fair! I shouldn't--

Her chain of thought was once again cut off mid way as the Disciplinarian simply said, "One."

Rachel froze as he lifted his right paw once more, holding it high above his head. Time seemed to slow, and Rachel thought that she could see his fur waving as the hand oh-so-slowly slid downwards towards her rear end. Her tail struggled to free itself and protect her backside, but it was held firmly in place between her back and the table.

As the hand neared the middle of her butt, the Disciplinarian's middle finger curled, making room so that he didn't injure the base of her tail. Of course, the bent finger also had another effect, as Rachel quickly learned. The tip landed directly on her asshole, and suddenly, the world sped up.

In one instant, the Disciplinarian's "Fuck you!" finger did just that, forcing itself deep into her ass as the rest of his hand hit her cheeks with the force of a gunshot. Rachel let out a full-force scream as she felt the sudden intrusion, the extra-hard slap, and a completely unexpected wetness a few inches below that.

It wasn't until she stopped screaming almost thirty seconds later that she realized what had happened. Something in her body had acted in sympathy to her butt's sudden invasion.

She had peed on the stage.