After a prominent female celebrity disclosed the sexual harassment she’d received from teachers at a private school, a wave of other women came forward similarly criticising the schools they’d been educated in.
Incensed that successful graduates should belittle the schools that educated them, the private school sector lobbied government to add a new assessment to the women’s curriculum – respect. This new standard could be assessed by schools in any manner they chose, and failing to get a pass in respect would result in failing the school year entirely. Government agreed, and the changes were made.
The changes didn’t only affect current students. Employers began looking at the resumes of young women generally to check for their “respect” grades. Sammy had graduated before the changes came in, and had no mark for “respect”, but telling employers that didn’t help – she lost job after job to recently graduated girls with perfect marks in respect.
In the end she chose to enrol in a mature learning class, that promised to give her a certified “respect” grade. Under law, she only had one shot at such a program – failure would require her to repeat her last two full years of school if she wanted to be graded on respect.
To her dismay, the tutor told her classes would be held in the bedroom of her home. She was expected to attend in the school uniform of St Madeleine’s, which she had originally graduated from – clothes other than those certified by the school would be grounds for an immediate fail.
Sammy hunted through her clothes for her old uniform, but could only find her shoes, skirt and stockings. There was no sign of a shirt – and she remembered with dismay that St Madeleine’s had also specified particular brands of panties and bras, to stop girls attending in G-strings and bikinis. She couldn’t find any of the panties she had worn at school, and the only bra she found no longer fit – her breasts had grown considerably since graduation through a combination of natural factors and putting on a little weight.
She contacted St Madeleine’s to try and buy replacements, but they wouldn’t sell to an adult woman. They responded to her requests to buy panties with outright disgust. She tried to pretend they were for her daughter – never mind that she would have had to be knocked up at 13 to have a school-aged daughter today – but when she was unable to produce a currently-enrolled name that avenue was unsuccessful too.
Finally, on the day of her first lesson, terrified she was going to fail, she settled on complying with the letter of the instruction – she wore her skirt, stockings, shoes, and nothing else. She greeted the tutor at her front door blushingly bare-titted, and led him to her bedroom.
She had feared he would be outraged, but he was pleased once he heard her reasons. “Good girl,” he told her. “That shows obedience. That’s a good start. Now, what else do you think a respectful girl should do when she doesn’t get her instructions quite right, and ends up dressed like a slut? Think carefully now; I’m a busy man and I won’t hesitate to fail you if you aren’t willing to make an effort.”
Sammy thought carefully. She thought about the bulge she could see in her tutor’s pants as he stared at her tits. She thought about the fact that he could set any criteria he liked as to whether to pass or fail her. She thought about having to repeat two years of school if she got it wrong.
“She should ask to be punished,” said Sammy slowly. “Would you punish me for being a slut, sir?”
Her tutor smiled. “Absolutely,” he said, and began to take off his belt. “Lie on the bed, on your back, head hanging off the side nearest me, legs spread, skirt up to show your cunt.”
Fearfully, she did as she was told. She felt strange, showing her tits and cunt to this stranger. Also, she felt embarrassed that her cunt was so visibly wet.
“Good girl,” he said again. Extracting his cock from his pants, he moved forward and pushed it in her mouth. “Suck,” he commanded, and she did, and he sighed happily. Then he lifted the belt in his hand.
“I’m going to beat your pussy with this belt until you make me ejaculate,” he told her. “Pay attention to what we’re doing, because this is a six month course and we’ll be practicing this every day. By the end of six months, I expect you to be able to make a man cum in exactly ten minutes, no more and no less, and orgasm three times from the pain before you do. Your final exam will be demonstrating your skills on five different strangers in front of an audience.”
She was worried, but felt more confident by the time she’d swallowed her tutor’s cum. After all, she’d orgasmed once from the belt today already, and despite her pain she was already getting wet thinking about tomorrow…
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