St. Ann & James Mixed School Chapter 3

St. Ann & James Mixed School Chapter 3
By Sister

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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains explicit depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.
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Editor's note: English is not Sister's native language and his prose reflects this. In some of Sister's stories, for purposes of clarity and readability, the editor has in certain cases corrected grammar, misspellings and typos. Many such errors have not been corrected so as to as much as possible maintain the flavor of the original work as submitted by Sister.

Chapter 3 – The bad become worst

All the 25 third graders stood up at their own desk side with total unbuttoned blouse and shirts, their hands clasped on their backs as Mrs. Hardings went down along the first aisle to start the uniform check. As for the first three grades no skirt nor are pants supposed, the uniform check was a little quicker than the one of the following grades. Mrs. Hardings went to the first kid, a sandy haired boy, and, after checked for the correctness of the singlet and shirt fabric, she turns around him for the brief check. She hooked the fingers of both her hands in the waistband in the back of the boy's brief then pulled it well out and away while touching and light twisting the fabric for some time.

Of course during this test the naked checks of the boy's bottom remained in plain view for her to see. When she thought to have checked the boy's brief enough she put again them in place and gave him the permission to re button his shirt. While the boy done it she went to the following kid: a thin blond girl.

Mrs. Hardings loved her work as she secretly enjoyed her power on children. Adding to that she had a particular preference in humiliating the girls so, checking a girl, she always added something not strictly on the rules.

While checking the correctness of the girls' singlet she inserted a couple of finger under the top of the front as to taste if regular cotton fabric meanwhile she kept brushing with the knuckles of the inserted fingers the little girl's nipples elapsing nice little gasps from the pupil's side.

When she had touched both the now hard nipples enough she went on for the panties' check. As for the boys, she turned around the girl to her back then she proceed in a little different way: instead of simply lifting the waistband out, she pulled down it until the girl's panties were totally upside down and her little plump ass was completely naked under the view of Mrs. Hardings and of the boy on her back. That, of course, was really humiliating for the girls as in that way they remained totally nude front and back from the waist to their middle laps.

No one, of course, was able to see their naked front side as all the kids were standing front to the blackboards but all of their backside were in plain view for all to see.

Anyway there were always the risk someone might entered the classroom like the janitor or the dean of, worst, some other student coming for some errands.

That naturally could be terribly embarrassing for the under check girl.

On other point of view, the one of the boys, someone other was enthusiastic to be in Mrs. Hardings's class and them tried always to have desks in the last rows of the room to be able to see all their girl mates naked bottoms.

When the teacher thought the little plump girlish ass was been enough on show she pulled up the girl's panties in place and followed with the next pupil along the aisle.

The uniform check went on that way till all of the kids were checked with no infraction found. Laura now sitting quite at her first row's desk felt relieved as the wetness in her panties was at last dried so Mrs. Hardings found nothing about her bus's ordeal and now she can relax a little.

As usually the first lessons were only a reminder of the previous year notions and as she was repeating the third grade, all too soon she found everything so boring she started to fly away lost in her thought.

She was just re living the memories of the funniest episodes of the last summer vacation when, remotely, she heard her name.

"Laura Jenkins!" called firmly Mrs. Hardings

"Oh....yes....Mrs. Hardings?" came at least Laura's reply.

"It's already the third time I'm calling you" said the teacher sternly "Happy to see you are still with us" added sarcastically soliciting laughs from the class.

"O...oh... I'm sorry, madame" stammered the 9yo blushing a little.

"We all know you are a big girl of nine but" added the woman "you are still here in third grade so you have to follow the lessons as any other third grader here!"

"Yes, madame" replied a now red faced Laura "I'm sorry. I'll never do it again"

"Oh no, miss Jenkins" said the teacher "Right because you're one year older of all the other children here we cannot permit any infraction by your side as you should settle the example for the younger ones."

"B....but" stammered Laura

"No buts!" ordered the teacher "Come immediately here in front of the class!"

Slowly Laura stood up and took her way toward the teacher desk.

"Dear children" started the teacher "I'd like to introduce you miss Laura Jenkins. She's 9yo and should be in forth grade but last year she failed most of her student's targets so, this year, she's still in third grade with us"

Laura was really mortified to be presented in such a way to the younger kids but soon came something other which make her feel worse.

"You all know the rules" followed Mrs. Hardings "and the consequences of the infractions but with Laura here, as she's older and supposed to be better behaved than you, we expect much more."

"So for your infractions to the rules" added the woman directly speaking to Laura "the punishments will always be increased in some way respect to the standard ones"

Laura's hart missed a beat at that. Why is her teacher saying that? Soon she discovered the reason.

"Now a question, class" asked the teacher "Which is supposed to be the punishment for low attention or no prompt reaction on calls?"

Suddenly 24 hands jumped in the air.

"You, Greta" choose the teacher indicating a little girl in the first desk with dark hair bunched in two pig tails.

"A level 1 punishment" answered the girl like it was a test adding "If it's a first time transgression of course" that said she sat down again on her chair.

"Yes, Greta. Correct!" approved the teacher "Very well said. And what a level one punishment supposed?" asked again the class.

Again 24 hands flied through the air.

"You, David, please"

The blond chose boy stood up and said

"The punished student has to stand in the corner for a time of not less than 15 minutes face to the wall and with his/her singlet and shirt pinned well up at shoulder level, madame"

"Very well done, David" congratulated Mrs. Hardings the kid who sat down again.

At that point Laura was in big distress. What on the hell was going on? She feared very much what was coming on.

"Laura" came the dreaded call "You are going to receive right now a level 1 punishment so I'm asking you to prepare yourself in the corner"

Like a robot the 9yo walked to the punishment place.

Her teacher followed her with a couple of safety pins in her hands. She took hold of Laura's blouse and singlet hems and lifted them on the back to shoulder high then she pinned them there.

Laura was made turn around facing the class and the teacher repeated the operation on the front side too. Laura's face was crimson as she knew everybody in class now had an unobstructed view of her newly pointing nipples.

"Turn around again facing the wall, Laura" ordered the teacher.

She complied urgently thinking her front now was out of view of the other children.

"Hands on your head, girl" followed Mrs. Hardings's"Then, children" added the woman to the class "this is the standard level 1 punishment but as we said before for Laura a little increasing is supposed"

While trembling Laura stood still in her corner the teacher let fall the bombshell

"You are going to attend your 15 minutes corner time with up side down panties at half lap level"

"Noooo! Please! Pleaded Laura crying "Not my panties! I'll be carefully please, do not bare my bottom!"

But everything was in vane.

The teacher hooked her thumbs in the waistband of Laura's panties and tugged them down until her panties were totally up side down.

"Ehm, class" claimed attention the teacher pointing to Laura's still red ass checks "Seems someone had got some heating this morning!"

At that laughs exploded along the class.

"And a very well done handy work indeed" commented the woman soliciting even more laughs by the kids.

"Please open, Earth, under my feet and swallow me right now!" prayed Laura in her mind while freely crying in total shame but mother Earth was deaf and her prays fell on death end.

It was really a long, long quarter of hour for little Laura standing there in the corner with a really naked backside exposed to the class and showing evidences of naughtiness.

Her crying subdued to a deep sobbing. At every sob her body was crossed by a singult which made her ass checks trembling soliciting new waves of giggles by the kids side.

"Hey, Mara, look at that!" she heard the first desk on the right side girl mate murmuring to another little girl "It seems like her tushie is made by jelly.. Have you saw how it tremble?" Other suffocated giggles by Mara followed making poor Laura blush even more and increasing her singults!

Eventually the 15 minutes ended. Mrs. Hardings went to the corner where Laura was still standing, took her panties up replacing them in place tugging them very high and smooth on Laura's skin.

"Ok, Laura" she said "Your corner time is over. Now I want you to turn around facing your mates and apologize with them for your disrespectful deportment keeping your hands on head"

The little 9yo turned around facing the amused class again whose eyes, she noted, were pointed right to the front of her panties. Puzzled she looked down and, with horror, she realized when the teacher pulled her panties up she stirred them strong so now her panties not only outlined her pussy in a way so evident but her left pussy lip was practically slipped out of them coming on show.

"Com'n, Laura" solicited the teacher "Apologize to your little mates"

With her eyes glued to the floor Laura said "I'm sorry for my bad deportment"

"No, no" interjected the teacher "Say it out loud and look your mates in the eyes"

Laura elevated her gaze until she was looking all the little third graders grinning faces.

"Excuse me for my previous bad behavior" she said louder then before "...and for the show of m... my.. sp....spank..ed b ... b.. bottom" stammered crying Laura at the top of the shame.

"Ok, Laura" said her teacher "Now go to your desk. Your blouse and singlet will have to remain pinned up until the end of the class and your panties are not to be touched until then also"

Laura went to her desk but every step made the gusset of her panties works a little further inside her slit showing more and more of her left bald cunt lip.

During the next 30 minutes she was called various times to the blackboard or to the teacher desk provoking an unrelenting caressing of her panties leg hole elastic band through her slit and little clit.

Despite the shame this unending touching was giving laura's body an exciting sensation and her pointy nipples become hard like pebbles. She hoped no one notice the little wetness starting to soak her panties gusset.

At least rang the bell signaling the end of the class.

"Ok, Laura" called the teacher "come here to unpin your blouse and singlet"

To Mrs. Hardings's desk Laura went.

Mrs. Hardings opened the safe pins pinning up Laura singlet and blouse then, with no previous notice, she hooked her thumbs in laura's panties waistband and pulled them down denuding the girl's privates. Laura hands flied to her front covering her nakedness but the teacher gaze went to her panties gusset.

Like as she had projected it was really soaked by the little girl's fluids.

"Oh my!" the teacher exclaimed "What a nasty little piggy girl we have here!"

All the other kids total attention was called on Laura again.

"Hands on your head, girl!" she ordered sternly "We cannot have a little girl playing with herself in class!"

Laura's crying started again flowing with a new vigor while she complied her teacher's order denuding once again herself this time showing her bald vulva to the transfixed eyes of her younger class mates.

"As you are demonstrating to be really a nasty vicious little girl, you'll receive an exemplar chastisement" stated the teacher. "First of all step immediately out of your wet panties and take off all of your clothes but shoes and socks!"

The teacher folded all of them in the drawer of her desk then ordered Laura to turn facing directly the class with hands on head.

Now the 9yo front side was totally exposed to the younger mates gazes.

"Look everybody here!" said the teacher pointing with the blackboard woody stick at Laura's bald vulva "As you can see this little piggy girl had touched herself so much her genital area is still reddish"

"Oh my God!" thought Laura "There are still evidence of the pussy spanking Meg gave me on the bus!"

"As you like so much to 'work' on that area of your body" added the teacher "we'll provide you with a good way to entertain it!"

"Nooo! Please! Don't punish me there!" exploded bawling the naked Laura.

"You do it" replied the teacher "You'll get it"

"As for this kind of punishment we'll need some little preparation time" sentenced the teacher "We have to postpone it till after lunch! Until then" come the bomb "You'll have to remain dressed the way you are now and you'll be not excused by any of the school times and classes"

"Nooo!" shouted Laura while the weight of her terrible fate slowly destroyed her last little bit of dignity "Don't let me go totally nude around the school until after lunch!"

She dropped on her knees in front of the sadistic teacher hugging the woman legs with her naked arms.

Mrs. Hardings stepped away backwards and Laura followed her move on all four like a little naked animal with her nude ass on show for all her third graders mates to see surmounting an either very naked bald pussy.

"Stop with this filthy show, dirty girl!" ordered the teachers

"Please! No! No! No! Don't let the school see me stark naked! No! No! No!" was Laura's crying song. Her younger mates were transfixed by the show going on right in front of their so excited eyes.

Never in their short life they saw something like that.

As Laura didn't show an hint to stop that scandalous show Mrs. Hardings lifted the blackboard stick still in her hand and shot it down on Laura's exposed ass.

SWISH SPANK*

"Aaahhiiieee!" shrieked Laura falling down on the floor on her tummy feeling a thoung of pure fire running across her bottom's checks along the line where the heavy evil stick had impacted.

"Stop it now, girl!" ordered the angry teacher "You're already in enough troubles"

Laura laid there on the classroom floor with her hands covering her red crying eyes unable to sustain the weight of her horrendous debasement.

"Stand up, Laura Jenkins" said the woman "and go immediately to your desk!"

With some sort of strength coming out from some unknown deposit of her disastered brain Laura stoop up and still crying freely, covering with the hands her face, went on jelly legs toward her desk at the end to the left row.

24 pairs of eyes followed her tentatively trip until she reached her desk. They were full of the complete nakedness of their one year older girl mate.

When laura sat down a searing pain exploded in her naked ass as it contacted with the hard wood surface of the chair.

"Ouch!" she winced

"Silence there!" barked the teacher "or else we'll start a good paddling of your bottom, Laura!"

Laura sat down again, this time slower, and tried to remain still.

In five minutes rang the bell : the class was over!

Now, with horror, Laura realized she had to go out of the class to the next one walking along the hall completely, totally, irremediably stark naked!

To be continued...