Misty lay in the darkened bedroom of the Temporary Housing Apartment above one of the Halcyon classroom buildings. It was a disturbingly nice flat--a fully furnished apartment with artwork depicting female nudes, a full kitchen (stocked), a grand bath chamber (with both a regular and a Japanese-style squat toilet), and a bedroom with a king-sized bed she lay on now.
Kelvin was in the other room taking care of something--he would come back to bed soon, she knew--and she was modified to realize she was looking forward to it.
He had fucked her. That was the proper term to use and he had explained that if she offered herself to be 'fucked' it would be as a master to a slave--as a dominant to a submissive--that he would be teaching her how to give sexual pleasure, how to be properly "taken" and that her pleasure, in this sort of arrangement, would be an afterthought.
He was not going to Take her--to fuck her--without her permission, but if she gave it, he would show her the advanced points of what her Sexual Technique class would be teaching her. Acting as the slave-girl, she'd committed to being for the day, she'd asked him to fuck her. She'd used the awful, degrading words Alexi had offered, asking her master to use her in her cunt, her anus, and her mouth, in that order if he desired.
She was terribly sore now--especially in her rear-most opening--but it was a good soreness--at least, she thought it was. She wore a pajama-like straight jacket. The arms long, trapping and immobilizing her arms and hands and socketed into bindings behind her. It used silky-straps around the waist to hold her there--making the top difficult or perhaps impossible to get off. He'd put an adult diaper on her before fastening the strap between her legs. He'd applied talcum powder and oil and cleaned her delicately with wipes before fastening it at her hips. That had been both pleasurable and mortifyingly humiliating in ways even the fucking hadn't been.
Now she lay there, knees pulled up, arms crossed around her and bound, the bulk of the adult undergarment present between her thighs. As her mind began to drift towards sleep, the battle inside her that raged against herself over whether she had enjoyed the event (SURELY NOT!) or not (IT HAD BEEN DEGRADING IN THE EXTREME, SHE HADN'T CUM!) begin to slip from her grasp.
Her eyes softly closed, she didn't see or hear Kelvin enter the room, observe her for moments, and then slip into the bed behind her, turning to embrace her gently, his body behind hers.
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The Rest of the Horrible Day
She'd been taken, still in the awful slave outfit, still leashed and collared, across the large quad and up one of the stairs to a class building where Kelvin had stood watch as a Prefect, her squatting beside him. He'd ordered her to arrange herself so her knees pointed outwards, displaying her inner thighs and her sex. The slave-girl metallic thong hid nothing and even accentuated her nether-lips by forcing them apart in a shame-drenched core of exposure!
Students had looked or even stared, more girls than boys were on the campus and she'd endured pointing fingers, flashing wicked smiles, stares of pity or disbelief, and other general interests--but with Kelvin standing by none approached, and a girl who moved to take a picture with her phone, quickly put it away with just a glance from him and a slight, but cutting glare.
It had been awful--the relentless attention felt like merciless 'heat lamps' warming and illuminating the most intimate and shameful parts of her body. She felt flooded with almost suffocating self-consciousness as her mind howled with every imperfection, flaw, vulnerability the position and uniformed displayed. All the eyes! The... interest. Feeling like she was a fascinating object to the people walking past... having them observe her humiliation and savor it--oh, it was torture as much as any of the punishments had been!
Surely she would combust from this? No. Apparently not. The wailing, howling of her tortured pride and flayed dignity just went on and on in her head, behind her cheeks, through her body while somehow, maybe most offensively of all, her arousal managed to rise.
It was infuriating and demoralizing that Kelvin knew this turned her on. She wanted him to feel guilty for tormenting her, or feel pity on her--or anything! Anything but understanding that this humiliation made her channel lubricate as if it were readying her to be pentrated, that the attention of so many inflamed some dreadful desire to be seen.
The betrayal by her body and her stupid emotions and fantasies stung as much as the burning pysical sensation of her morning punishments! Maybe more!
He'd had to take her to pee several times. After the first it was mostly psychological, he'd said, but not an uncommon reaction to arousal--one she was likely not familiar with at 'this level.'
The whole thing had been mortifying. She'd squirmed and whimpered and mentally begged the ground to swallow her up.
His last chore of the day was to go to a "spanking station" and discipline a few students who had earned 'after-class-LCP,' which stood for 'light corporal punishment.'
"Generally it's given out by teachers who like the student and want her--or him--to have something extra for their lesson, without going through a full holding-them-after-class session."
"Like my teacher did with me?" she'd asked.
"Sort of," he'd said. "Not really. What those two came up with was... rare. Having a prefect discipline you is certainly ordinary enough--but usually it's a fairly quick punishment, possibly with some time in a humiliation frame. Not as intricate as what they asked for."
His voice was calm and explanatory, giving little hint as to whether he considered her an imposition or not--but she could tell he was thoroughly enjoying her embarrassment... and seemed to like explaining things to her.
"The students sent to me here are going to get a light spanking with a minimal lecture. The position won't be as explicit as the one I had you perform--although a good spankee will adopt it regardless. It's meant to sting a bit, and be humiliating--but otherwise a quick correction and nothing on their base disciplinary record."
Misty had nodded, not fully understanding.
"Of course, I usually don't get assigned here, being the Spanking Team Lead," he said, sounding slightly... self-conscious. "Today was an oddity in several ways, I guess. But none of the students sent here are going to expect me."
"Would they--I mean, a bunch of them recognized you," she said. "In the atrium."
Her question about Joining The Spanking Team had absolutely delighted Alexi--but Kelvin had been very abruptly clear that it was to be tabled until later and not spoken of until he decided to address it.
Misty had gotten a feeling she'd crossed a line--but he was calm about it, simply laying down further rules (not to address it until he decided to) and left it at that. She had a nervous feeling in the pit of her stomach--and slightly below--that he was, indeed, going to "get back to it."
"Freshmen and freshgirls may not recognize me," he said. "For the girls, you'll get a good idea of who is on the FoxTails Spanking Team just being around them. You'll hear things. The boys, the same--but for the sophomores and up? Yes--a lot of them will know who I am. Unfortunately I wound up being something of a celebrity here... and at other schools."
"Other schools?" Misty was confused.
