The interview had gone pretty well. Karen, the headmistress of this school for the erotic arts, and I had hit it off pretty well after a shaky start. I managed to exude confidence and charm, or at least fake it long enough. I was a little disappointed to learn that the opening was for a teaching assistant, not a full-time teacher, but Mistress Karen explained that all the current instructors had been teaching assistants first. Following my interview she invited me to participate in one of her classes, after my physical exam of course.

The school nurse was a tall woman of perhaps 45 years. She wore a crisp white uniform and had her straight brown hair pulled into a bun under her hat. It gave her a stern look which I'm sure pleased her.

She handed me a scanty cotton hospital gown and shoed me into the bathroom where I could change. The threadbare gown only had a single tie left at the back of the neck. While struggling to tie the bow I discovered that the gown was a lot shorter than I had thought. I got kind of a cheep thrill thinking that I could expose myself just by raising my arms..

The examination was pretty straight forward, almost like visiting my own gynecologist. Blood pressure, height, weight, the usual. Of course they would need blood, urine and a pap test too, but the nurse assured me it was all for the insurance. She was very professional throughout the entire time, even during the breast exam.

While she was trying to find a vein to take the blood sample a boy popped into the room. He had blond hair hanging to his shoulders, blue eyes, a cherubic face and a compact but athletic build. Like every other student I'd seen he was wearing the school uniform of white shirt, khaki pants and black shoes. I don't usually find younger men attractive, but something about this boy made me smolder. Maybe it was the adventurous glint in his eye, or maybe it was the tight creases of his trousers. In either case he had made me tingle.

Checking to see if my skirt was straight it suddenly dawned on my where my skirt was hanging. I wanted to melt right through the examining table. Fortunately I was sitting up, had he come in two minutes earlier he would have found me with my feet in the stirrups.

Nervously fidgeting on the table I tried to pull the gown as low on my legs as it would go. He smiled at me, eyes twinkling. I saw that all I had accomplished was to pull the gown tighter across my breasts, giving him a good view of my hardening nipples. Embarrassed I let go and the bottom of the gown sprang past the top of my legs, showing him everything I had been trying to hide.

"Wait in my office, please," the nurse ordered, "we're not finished yet." He disappeared behind the door, allowing me to release a sigh of relief just as the needle stuck me.

Collecting all her samples the nurse too them into her office. "Finished?" I heard the student ask.

"Yes, I'm done with her."

"Good," he said eagerly, bursting into the room. He grabbed my hand saying, "come on, we're late." He pulled me off the table and into the hall.

"Wait, I can't walk the halls dressed like this," I protested.

He stubbornly refused to slow down. "The headmistress was very specific, and we are going to be late as it is," he said over his shoulder.

I could feel the eyes of every student we passed as he dragged my along. Frantically I tried to grab the tails of my gown, but I couldn't manage to hold them both. The breeze caressing my naked bottom sent a chill (or could that be thrill) that zipped through to my earlobes. Many of the students, boys and girls, walking along the corridor smiled broadly as they stepped out of our way.

At a classroom door the boy knocked then silently entered. I stopped short, hiding behind the door. The headmistress, Karen, was standing inside. Seeing her there, my knees began to shake. Her honey blond hair framed her face and fell back along her shoulders. A black leather vest squeezed her breast and waist over a crisp white blouse. Her legs were wrapped tight leather skirt which was surprisingly long, but was slit in the side to show the top of her fine silk stockings. Black patent leather shoes shaped her legs and added five inches to her height. He gray-green eyes were fixed on a boy standing among the students seated at their desks.

"Excuse me," I said, perhaps a little timidly.

"Just a moment please," she said. I was dismayed to hear anger in her voice, but she hadn't so much as glanced at me. Her anger was focused on that student. He was very tall, lanky, with chestnut curls and long eyelashes. Relieved, I backed out of the room, closing the door.

Catching my breath I found two young girls standing just across the hall from be. One was tall and dark, while the other was shorter, bustier, and fair. Both wore the white blouse and khaki skirt. I tugged at my gown, knowing that while I was leaning into the classroom they had gotten a full view of my bare butt.. I smiled weakly. They giggled walking off in the direction I had come from.

"Ken, why have you come to class unprepared?" I heard Mistress Karen say from inside the classroom.

The student's voice was deep and gentle, but it cracked with shame. "I...I used my last one this morning. Sharron and I were practicing techniques and we..."

"Practicing?" she cut him off. "Don't you dare think that you will get away with being unprepared by saying that you were practicing." I shuddered listening to her wrath. She continued, her voice taking on the broader tone of a lecture for the entire class. "I can not reiterate too often that you must be prepared at all times. You must never be in the position of being down to your last condom. If you are running low, go and get more. Is that understood, Kenny?"

"Yes ma'am," he said weakly.

"No, Kenny, I don't think that it is. Assume the position." There was a pause for a long moment. I strained to hear what was going on. Then, like a gunshot I heard the unmistakable sound of wood meeting flesh, followed by an animal moan. It shocked me so that I stood up straight. Crack! Crack! Crack! I heard and could tell from the sound that they did not all fall on the same place. Crack! Crack! Crack! Each one sounded harder than the last. Crack! Crack! Crack! Ten! And then a muffled sob. I rubbed my own bottom in sympathy for the poor boy inside, even while I felt myself getting a little more excited.

Another giggle brought me back to myself. I sow three more young women standing nearby, watching me. One of them blew me a kiss so I decided that I'd better not wait outside any more. I snuck through the doorway, keeping my back to the chalkboard.

Inside I saw the boy, Kenny, standing in a front corner, his trousers around his ankles. His cheeks were round and firm, and lipstick red. He wiped his face with the back of his hand, sniffling.

A quick glance at me and Mistress Karen got back to business. She introduced me saying, "Class, this is Carrie. She will be assisting us today."

As a group the students cheerfully said, "Good morning, Carrie."

I bowed slightly, trying to hold my gown in place and said good morning back.

That was when Mistress Karen finally took a good look at me. The smile creeping across her face had me very worried. "I see that Bill was enthusiastic in following my directions this morning." I looked at the blond boy that had brought me from the nurses office. He was beaming in her approval. After hearing what had happened to Kenny I could understand his urgency. I certainly didn't want to risk annoying the headmistress.

She chuckled to herself while stepping toward me. "It doesn't matter," she whispered privately. "No harm done. I'll speak with him later."

Reassured I started to back away, to say that I'd return in just a moment, but she took my hand pulling me forward. "Class, today we will work on your control. Carrie will be your subject." She reached behind me, pulling the string that held the gown.

Subject?

"Wait!" I protested, holding the gown in place before it could slip away. "I thought I was going to teach...."

Her eyes narrowed. She began fingering a riding crop which had been laying on her desk. "Carrie, this is exactly what our teaching assistants do," she whispered.

I glanced back at Kenny, decided that I didn't want to risk the same, and let the gown sink to the floor. Looking into those bright young faces my humiliation seemed complete. Several of them grinned, licked their lips, or made some other lurid gesture.

Mistress Karen seemed pleased. "Now, students, one at a time you will come forward and tease Carrie to the brink of orgasm, then back off." She stood very close to me. Running her hand up and down my thigh. Allowing her fingers to brush my sex lips at the top of each stroke. This gentle probing was swelling my pussy. Juices began to trickle out. "The technique that you use is up to you. But you only have seven minutes each."

The reality of what she was proposing hadn't quite sunk in. Each of them? Just to the brink?

"Aaron, you first," she announced stepping back. A sharp looking young man stepped forward. He had red- orange hair, and the freckled complexion that usually went with it.

He sat down on the teacher's desk and indicated that I should lie across his lap. I couldn't move. I had never been spanked by someone younger than myself. It seemed unthinkable. His eyebrow arched as he asked, "well?" Reluctantly I lay down.

Gripping my arms behind my back he showed me how truly helpless I was. At first his hand mearly stung, and I thought I might get through this. But soon each swat pierced into my flesh with a carnal stab of pain.

Then he began to rub my blazing cheeks. Roughly pressing his palm in, as if to squeeze the fire deeper. Moaning I begged him to stop, to please let me go. Then he moved his polishing hand closer to my dripping pussy and I cried for him not to stop, to go deeper. The intensity of his touch made me gush and whimper.

And then he stopped.

Suddenly I knew the cruelty of the experiment. Each of the students in this class was prepared to take me to the edge of pleasure and leave me hanging. How many of them were there? Ten? Fifteen? I wanted to cry.

A chipmunk faced girl with loose blond curls stepped up next. Her name was Valerie and she seemed to be uncertain what she wanted to do with me. She had me hold my hands behind my neck, strapping them in place. Once again I was lying on the desk, this time facing up. The cold metal soothed my achy bottom. She started tickling me.

First her fingers dug into my ribs. She worked her way up under my arms then down across my belly. Tears poured from eyes and again I was begging for it to stop. Someone handed her a feather and she attacked my pussy with it. My clit was pushing its way upward to meet her vicious stroke.

When Mistress Karen called time it finally came to an end. I was grateful. I was afraid that I would have peed myself had she gone on any longer.

Slowly the giggles subsided. Bill, my little escort from the nurses office, stepped between my legs. Dropping his pants his little dick sprung to attention and I laughed aloud again. I really shouldn't have, he was well proportioned for his size, but I'd been laughing to long to stop and he looked absurd.

He rolled a condom over it and grabbed my legs. Pulling me to him he crammed his cock inside me. Having already been teased so badly my pussy was anxious for anything. His impish thrusts were just beginning to swell inside me when I felt him shudder. He moaned and pulled himself free.

"I think you misinterpreted the assignment, Bill," Mistress Karen said from the back of the room. The class tittered at her understatement.

"Yeah," he replied defiantly, "but I was the one to get her first."

"Yes," she agreed. "And for taking that privilege you will find yourself decorating the cafeteria wall."

The class hooted and whooped. I had no idea what she had planned for him, but I could tell that Bill's fate was worse than mine.

The rest of the class each took their turns. Some took me close, others did not. I remember ropes and clamps, vibrators and leather whips, latex and a lot of baby oil, but it all seems to run together in my mind. Until the end.

Tara was the last of the students in the class. About my height, with cranberry hair and green eyes. She had narrow, almost boyish hips and the nipples of her small breasts strained to pop out of her blouse.

I was physically drained and covered with sweat. Sitting once again on the edge of the desk (hands tied behind my back again) I needed a drink more than anything else.

She touched my knee lightly. This delicate brush sent an electric spark through my body unlike anything else that had come before. She ran her fingers through my hair, then leaned forward and kissed my neck. It happened again and this time I could feel her shudder as well. I melted as her tongue traced the folds of my ear. Her nails scratched down my back. Her lips pulled at the soft skin of my throat. I was sure that the flood pouring from my poor neglected pussy would slide me right off the desk.

She paused just as I reached the closest peak yet, frustrating me more completely than I thought possible. Through a rosy haze I saw Mistress Karen give a sign of consent. Tara's mouth dove between my legs. Her tongue dared in and out of my pussy and I suddenly realized she had been given permission to make me cum. But at the same time I sensed the growing need in Tara herself.

I groaned when she pushed me on my back again, but in an instant I felt her naked cunt pressed against my lips. She'd somehow freed herself of her uniform and as those silky breasts slid across my skin my body convulsed in orgasm.

Hungrily she drove her tongue into my crack again. As I lapped at her snatch she bit and suckled mine. In moments I was cumming again, but this time I was determined to take her with me. My lips found her tiny clit protruding downward toward me and sucked it in. She screamed in ecstasy, collapsing on top of my exhausted body.

Sleepily I saw Mistress Karen stand and walk to us. "Very well done, Tara, excellent. And Carrie, I want to thank you for helping us this morning. I think you will make a marvelous addition to our staff. Bill, I want to see you in my office. As for the rest of you, class dismissed."