riwa
Governor
Note: The usual caveat applies. I made small edits to punctuation, and I broke up long paragraphs into shorter ones. I made a couple of other cosmetic changes. I assume this is a senior class (ages 18+).
"Well, class, I know you all learned a lot from last week's lesson about slow hanging (a previous Marquis story I have not posted). This week we'll be studying the effects of another type of torture, namely crucifixion. Kelli, do you have your permission slip?"
"Yes, Miss Hutchinson."
Kelli was shy and quiet, but she was also very beautiful. She had straight, shoulder-length blonde hair and dark eyes. Her breasts hadn't quite come in yet, but she didn't really mind.
Her passion was ballet, and large breasts would only get in the way. Kelli went to ballet class after school four days a week. Today, like most days, she had her tights and leotard on under her school clothes.
Kelli always felt beautiful when she was dancing. Unfortunately, the boys all spent more time looking at big-breasted cheerleaders, girls like Jenny. Kelli smiled to herself as she remembered that she no longer had to worry about competing with that particular girl. Come to think of it, she didn't really have to worry about anything at all anymore...
Kelli walked up to the teacher's desk and handed her the permission slip. "Miss Hutchinson, I was reading the pages you assigned from our history text, about Roman crucifixion..."
"Good for you, Kelli! Remember, class, even if you volunteer for a demonstration of lethal torture, you're still responsible for all of your regular assignments. I'm afraid Jenny's parents may be a bit disappointed with her final grade. But it looks like Kelli will go out with flying colors! So, what did you learn from the reading, Kelli?"
"Um, just that it was common for them to whip the crucified prisoners. Women prisoners often had their breasts and bellies flogged."
"Yes, that's right. I was planning to whip you, as part of the demonstration. Would that be all right with you?"
"Oh, sure! It's no problem at all. When I read that, I asked my big sister to whip me. See, I had never been whipped before, and I wanted to be sure that I could take it," Kelli explained timidly.
"I see you've really done your homework, Kelli. So what did you learn about being whipped?" the teacher asked gently.
"Well, my sister worked on me for about two hours with a stiff, leather crop. She did my breasts, my belly, my thighs, my back and my butt. It really hurt. I kind of liked it." A few of the boys in the class chuckled.
"It's very normal for you to enjoy being whipped, Kelli," the teacher said firmly, glaring at the boys. "After all, you're a woman, and our bodies respond well to pain. Many women in our society do enjoy suffering. It's nothing for you to be ashamed of. It's all just part of growing up."
"Miss Hutchinson..." the girl said nervously.
"Yes?"
"The book also said that the Romans never, ever crucified virgins," Kelli said quickly. Her face was bright red.
The boys' laughter grew louder. "Oh. I see. Are you a virgin, Kelli?" Miss Hutchinson asked.
Kelli looked at her shoes. "Yeah."
"Kelli, would you like to be deflowered before we crucify you?" the teacher asked softly.
"Yes, please."
"Would one of you young gentlemen like to volunteer to help Kelli?" Every boy in the class raised his hand eagerly. "Who would you like to have, Kelli?" Miss Hutchinson inquired.
"Paul," Kelli said quickly.
Paul's face lit up. He had never imagined she would pick him! He was a skinny computer nerd.
He wore thick glasses. He liked Kelli a lot, but he hardly ever managed to work up the courage to talk to her. And now she wanted him to take her virginity! He had never been with a girl! It would be his first time, too.
"Kelli, why don't you get undressed," the teacher suggested. "Come on up to the front, Paul."
Kelli pulled off her t-shirt. Beneath, she had only her leotard, no bra. Her hard nipples were clearly visible through the thin fabric.
She unbuttoned her jeans, pulling them down to reveal her tights. She unsnapped the crotch of her leotard--that was handy when she had to go to the bathroom during dance class. Then she pulled down her tights and tossed them aside.
Kelli stood nervously in front of the class, keenly aware that every eye in the room was on her. The flap of her leotard hung down in front of her pussy. Nobody could really see her. But she still felt naked standing in front of the class like that.
Glancing down, she noticed that she could kind of see the outline of her pussy lips through the leotard. She felt her blush grow darker still. "Paul, are you ready?" Miss Hutchinson asked.
"Uh, not exactly, Miss H..."
"Kelli, why don't you give Paul a kiss?" the teacher suggested.
"All right."
She smiled at him. He was so shy, just like her. Cute, too.
She took off his glasses and set them down carefully on the teacher's desk. Then she turned her head, closed her eyes, and pressed her lips against his. She kissed him long and hard, grinding her lips against his.
Her sister had told her how to do it. She felt him respond. She opened her mouth a little, tentatively.
He got the hint and opened his. Their tongues met, and Kelli felt something warm grow in her belly and move downwards.
At last they broke apart, gasping. "Are you ready now, Paul?" the teacher asked with a smile.
"Um, yeah! Sure am, Miss H."
"Good. Take out your penis, please. Kelli, face my desk. Spread your legs wide. That's good. Now bend down low and offer yourself up to your lover."
"Yes, Ma'am."
As she bent down over the desk, Kelli felt Paul pull her leotard up over her ass. Now everyone could see her naked pussy! "I notice you don't have any pubic hair, Kelli," the teacher commented.
"I shaved it off," she explained timidly. "My big sister says most men like bald pussies."
"Quite right," the teacher agreed.
"I'm a woman, though," Kelli added quickly. "I’ve been having my period for a while now."
"That's fine. Paul, I can see you're ready to proceed. Kelli has a lovely ass and pussy, doesn't she?"
"Yes, ma'am!" Paul agreed.
"Go ahead and take her."
Kelli felt something hard press against the lips of her pussy, demanding entrance. Paul began to work the tip of his cock into her. She gasped. He was so big, and she was so dry! She should have played with herself first. That always made her really wet.
She felt her hymen stretch as Paul forced his way into her. She whimpered softly. Then she went blind with pain as her maidenhood suddenly ruptured.
He was inside her! He grunted and began to thrust in and out of her. She howled. It hurt so much, but it felt good too.
Paul came after a couple of minutes. Kelli wished he could have lasted longer. But after all, it was his first time. She was just glad to have been fucked. Now she wouldn't die a virgin.
"Thank you, Paul. Now, Kelli, please stand up and remove your leotard."
Kelli found that she was no longer nervous about being naked in front of the class. She pulled the leotard up over her head, revealing her small, hard breasts.
"All right, everyone. Please follow me out to the cross."
Broken up due to length. Part 2 coming soon.
"Well, class, I know you all learned a lot from last week's lesson about slow hanging (a previous Marquis story I have not posted). This week we'll be studying the effects of another type of torture, namely crucifixion. Kelli, do you have your permission slip?"
"Yes, Miss Hutchinson."
Kelli was shy and quiet, but she was also very beautiful. She had straight, shoulder-length blonde hair and dark eyes. Her breasts hadn't quite come in yet, but she didn't really mind.
Her passion was ballet, and large breasts would only get in the way. Kelli went to ballet class after school four days a week. Today, like most days, she had her tights and leotard on under her school clothes.
Kelli always felt beautiful when she was dancing. Unfortunately, the boys all spent more time looking at big-breasted cheerleaders, girls like Jenny. Kelli smiled to herself as she remembered that she no longer had to worry about competing with that particular girl. Come to think of it, she didn't really have to worry about anything at all anymore...
Kelli walked up to the teacher's desk and handed her the permission slip. "Miss Hutchinson, I was reading the pages you assigned from our history text, about Roman crucifixion..."
"Good for you, Kelli! Remember, class, even if you volunteer for a demonstration of lethal torture, you're still responsible for all of your regular assignments. I'm afraid Jenny's parents may be a bit disappointed with her final grade. But it looks like Kelli will go out with flying colors! So, what did you learn from the reading, Kelli?"
"Um, just that it was common for them to whip the crucified prisoners. Women prisoners often had their breasts and bellies flogged."
"Yes, that's right. I was planning to whip you, as part of the demonstration. Would that be all right with you?"
"Oh, sure! It's no problem at all. When I read that, I asked my big sister to whip me. See, I had never been whipped before, and I wanted to be sure that I could take it," Kelli explained timidly.
"I see you've really done your homework, Kelli. So what did you learn about being whipped?" the teacher asked gently.
"Well, my sister worked on me for about two hours with a stiff, leather crop. She did my breasts, my belly, my thighs, my back and my butt. It really hurt. I kind of liked it." A few of the boys in the class chuckled.
"It's very normal for you to enjoy being whipped, Kelli," the teacher said firmly, glaring at the boys. "After all, you're a woman, and our bodies respond well to pain. Many women in our society do enjoy suffering. It's nothing for you to be ashamed of. It's all just part of growing up."
"Miss Hutchinson..." the girl said nervously.
"Yes?"
"The book also said that the Romans never, ever crucified virgins," Kelli said quickly. Her face was bright red.
The boys' laughter grew louder. "Oh. I see. Are you a virgin, Kelli?" Miss Hutchinson asked.
Kelli looked at her shoes. "Yeah."
"Kelli, would you like to be deflowered before we crucify you?" the teacher asked softly.
"Yes, please."
"Would one of you young gentlemen like to volunteer to help Kelli?" Every boy in the class raised his hand eagerly. "Who would you like to have, Kelli?" Miss Hutchinson inquired.
"Paul," Kelli said quickly.
Paul's face lit up. He had never imagined she would pick him! He was a skinny computer nerd.
He wore thick glasses. He liked Kelli a lot, but he hardly ever managed to work up the courage to talk to her. And now she wanted him to take her virginity! He had never been with a girl! It would be his first time, too.
"Kelli, why don't you get undressed," the teacher suggested. "Come on up to the front, Paul."
Kelli pulled off her t-shirt. Beneath, she had only her leotard, no bra. Her hard nipples were clearly visible through the thin fabric.
She unbuttoned her jeans, pulling them down to reveal her tights. She unsnapped the crotch of her leotard--that was handy when she had to go to the bathroom during dance class. Then she pulled down her tights and tossed them aside.
Kelli stood nervously in front of the class, keenly aware that every eye in the room was on her. The flap of her leotard hung down in front of her pussy. Nobody could really see her. But she still felt naked standing in front of the class like that.
Glancing down, she noticed that she could kind of see the outline of her pussy lips through the leotard. She felt her blush grow darker still. "Paul, are you ready?" Miss Hutchinson asked.
"Uh, not exactly, Miss H..."
"Kelli, why don't you give Paul a kiss?" the teacher suggested.
"All right."
She smiled at him. He was so shy, just like her. Cute, too.
She took off his glasses and set them down carefully on the teacher's desk. Then she turned her head, closed her eyes, and pressed her lips against his. She kissed him long and hard, grinding her lips against his.
Her sister had told her how to do it. She felt him respond. She opened her mouth a little, tentatively.
He got the hint and opened his. Their tongues met, and Kelli felt something warm grow in her belly and move downwards.
At last they broke apart, gasping. "Are you ready now, Paul?" the teacher asked with a smile.
"Um, yeah! Sure am, Miss H."
"Good. Take out your penis, please. Kelli, face my desk. Spread your legs wide. That's good. Now bend down low and offer yourself up to your lover."
"Yes, Ma'am."
As she bent down over the desk, Kelli felt Paul pull her leotard up over her ass. Now everyone could see her naked pussy! "I notice you don't have any pubic hair, Kelli," the teacher commented.
"I shaved it off," she explained timidly. "My big sister says most men like bald pussies."
"Quite right," the teacher agreed.
"I'm a woman, though," Kelli added quickly. "I’ve been having my period for a while now."
"That's fine. Paul, I can see you're ready to proceed. Kelli has a lovely ass and pussy, doesn't she?"
"Yes, ma'am!" Paul agreed.
"Go ahead and take her."
Kelli felt something hard press against the lips of her pussy, demanding entrance. Paul began to work the tip of his cock into her. She gasped. He was so big, and she was so dry! She should have played with herself first. That always made her really wet.
She felt her hymen stretch as Paul forced his way into her. She whimpered softly. Then she went blind with pain as her maidenhood suddenly ruptured.
He was inside her! He grunted and began to thrust in and out of her. She howled. It hurt so much, but it felt good too.
Paul came after a couple of minutes. Kelli wished he could have lasted longer. But after all, it was his first time. She was just glad to have been fucked. Now she wouldn't die a virgin.
"Thank you, Paul. Now, Kelli, please stand up and remove your leotard."
Kelli found that she was no longer nervous about being naked in front of the class. She pulled the leotard up over her head, revealing her small, hard breasts.
"All right, everyone. Please follow me out to the cross."
Broken up due to length. Part 2 coming soon.