Trinity Academy – Ch. 08

Chapter 8 – Graduation Day

Graduation Day eventually arrived, and each girl’s sponsor was summoned to arrive at Trinity Academy nice and early to meet with Mr Andrews and Miss Stone prior to any activities starting. This was an important meeting and would set the agenda for the day.

The sponsors were each afforded the opportunity to:-

1. Just watch the proceedings but not take part

2. Take part in the proceedings but only have contact with their own wife’s/girlfriend’s punishments and not be able to see anyone else’s.

3. Take part in the proceedings and help to punish any girl whose sponsor had also agreed to this option.

4. Take their wife/girlfriend home before any punishments began.

The sponsors were given a few minutes to ask questions and to make their choices before signing a consent document to protect the Academy from any future litigation.

Mr Andrews then informed the (very eager) sponsors that the ‘demerit point system’ which had featured heavily in the build up to Graduation Day had simply been concocted as a deterrent to bad behaviour, and an incentive for the girls to comply with Academy rules. The demerit points, and what they stood for would not actually have any relevance to the severity of the girl’s punishments. It was totally be up to the sponsor’s themselves to determine the level of punishment they wished to be metered out to their ‘loved one’.

Some other ground rules were outlined by Mr Andrews, with the main one being that condoms must be worn for any genital contact, except with your own partner.

And so, Graduation Day could begin!

…. It was the sound that came first. A sharp slap echoed off Taylor’s exposed bum cheeks. A thousand tiny needles of pain spread across her delightful bum cheeks. It was not unbearable, but it was painful nevertheless. After another slap a warmness began to spread over her peachy bum cheeks, radiating and throbbing. The next three slaps followed before she had a chance to catch her breath. As her bum reddened and stung, more rhythmic slapping followed. As she lay there it dawned on her that although this was one hand and one person, she sensed that many other sets of eyes were watching punishment. She was correct!

She was lying face down on a padded table, still wearing her sexy school uniform but tightly blindfolded so that only the occasional chink of light managed to penetrate the blackness of the cloth. Her skirt had been lifted up onto her back and her panties removed, so that her naked bum was exposed to the cool air. A screen with a semi-circular cut out was positioned over her body, half way down, effectively dividing her into two. It was like she was going to be sawn in half by a magician. Tall portable screens had also been placed all around her, creating a makeshift booth.

Her ankles were tied to the table legs and were loosely, but securely attached. This allowed just a bit of play and movement, which she was taking advantage of as she twisted in response to each slap. The hard leather of tight ankle straps did not move, even as she twisted against the ropes they were attached to. They would hold her to this table, no matter how much she tried to escape.

Her arms were also securely bound. Hard leather straps were tightly fastened to her wrists and the ropes held her arms one to each corner. They were pulled tight, not allowing the movement that her lower body had. Her crisp white shirt had been unbuttoned so that her pert tits were pressed into the padded top of the table. Just to add to her pain and humiliation, nipple clamps had been tightly applied.

During a short break in the assault on her bum she could hear a man. At least she assumed it was a man. Her mind wandered and she guessed it could also be a woman who was enjoying her domination and submission. The strength of the hand that had been doing the spanking made her pretty confident it was indeed a guy. The girls had been informed that their sponsors would be attending to witness their punishments, so Taylor assumed that her punisher must be her husband Robert, who was now getting revenge for her misdemeanours.

This time the sound was louder and the pain even more intense. It was no longer a hand, but some sort of a spanking implement. It was smooth – WHACK – wider than the hand – WHACK- and hurt like hell…

She twisted, just reacting to the punishment. Was it a whip? Taylor became aware of people breathing in the booth in front of her. Breathing, and now slaps. Hands slapping on her burning bum, not brutally but incessantly. More paddle-like spankings. Over and over, the whip striping her upper ass, her thighs, and alternating with the paddles on the curve of her sexy bum cheeks.

She moaned softly with each blow. Her mouth was deliberately not gagged so they could hear the screams, the moans, the groans and the pleas. Taylor did not disappoint them. With each moan, each yelp she could hear heavier breathing and more feelings of excitement in her booth.

She became aware that someone was whispering a count. With each count, slaps and smacks rained down. She knew that the counting meant an end. But when? Then the caning started. The noise the swishing made was immediately followed by a searing pain as the savage instrument bit into her bum. She screamed out at the pain and this gave way to uncontrollable sobbing. Several further strokes were delivered, one just below the previous one to leave her bum with a neat row of red weal’s. She was becoming distraught with pain but had no choice but accept it.

Suddenly the caning stopped. Now hands were caressing her burning arse. Most were gently gliding over the hot areas. She was sure her bum cheeks must be bright red. Fingers touched and caressed them, although she could not feel much through the pain. She then could feel the press of a hard cock rubbing against her bum, searching for a hole to enter, but that was against the rules. The owner of the cock was pulled away by others.

Cooling lotion was drizzled over her glowing bum cheeks Soft, hands gently rubbed the soothing cream all over her cheeks, it was bliss! Slowly her consciousness of the situation returned, and Taylor became aware of a thinning of the small crowd of spankers. They gradually drifted off, satisfied that she had been duly punished and left in a state of total submission. She could still sense that as people left her booth, there were still on-lookers, perhaps waiting to take their places. She became aware of sounds on either side of her. Muffled moans. The unseen figures that had bound her and spanked her had moved on, and were doing the same to other girls’ tits, other girls’ pussies, other girl’s mouths.

She was aware of other people passing in front of her, moving, slowly, their breathing hot and heavy. But not a word, was uttered by anyone. Her mind was going crazy with mental pictures. Were they men, or women? What they would do with her sexy tits? The images were both frightening and erotic. It was undeniable that she was displayed for the sexual pleasure of the observers but was she sexy enough to make them lust after her? Were they excited at her helplessness? Did her more-than-ample upper half cause them to have hard-ons? Were there any women, and did they wish they were tied up in her place?

Suddenly the people movement in front of her stopped. She could hear breathing. Without warning, her nipple clamps were yanked off. The blood immediately rushed back into her teats and the pain was intense causing Taylor to scream out loud. She wanted to rub them, but she couldn’t. When the pain subsided Taylor became aware, that there were other sounds along the line of the booths. Swishing sounds, slapping sounds, other moans and screams. She realised that her classmates were in the same condition of display and subjugation that she was in. She assumed that their tits were also on display, wares for the browsing. Some were being slapped and some seemed to be having something whipped against their soft flesh.

Hands now reached out to grasp her newly-freed boobs. One tit was squeezed, hard. The other was caressed, but as the soft touches moved from her chest wall up the swell of boob-flesh, over its natural curve, the fingers now found the raw and burning skin of her nipples. She gasped at the touch, which seemed to only encourage these fingers. Her swollen nipples remained rock-hard, and the fingers first gently touched the aching tip. Again, involuntarily, she gasped at the pain of even this slight touch. Which immediately brought the thumb and forefinger to bear in a firm pinch around this nipple. She screamed. The large hand squeezing her other tit tightened even more, sinking fingers into the soft flesh of her mound. And the pinching fingers did not stop. Instead, she could feel her whole breast being lifted by the pinch around the hardened nipple. The crowd was beginning to thin. As when she had been spanked, once the sexual tension had peaked, it seemed that the people involved had moved away to other girls. She became aware of the release as her tits were allowed to return to their rest on the table.

She then felt the bottom half of the table dropping away. It pivoted from her waist and her legs gradually lowered until her feet reached the floor. She was now standing with her ankles still secured to the table but bent forwards with her upper torso laying on the padded table. Her hands were still tied and the blindfold remained in place. Her bum felt hot and throbbing and more exposed than ever as it was now sticking out invitingly.

She sensed that the person behind her had moved in very close after her legs were lowered. It then became clear that it was definitely a man. A hot and throbbing cock was pushed tight up against her bum cheeks. She could feel its hardness, its heat, the pulse of his arousal. His hip and groin pushed up against her sexy bum that was still warm from its spanking. He rubbed his hot shaft up and down her crease, teasing her, making her want it inside her.