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Tracey's detention

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Tracey's detention

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After her disastrous first day as a teacher at Eastfield High school Tracey Smith felt like handing in her resignation but after Emily and Lucy had arranged for her to give Miss Chambers a caning of twenty-five strokes while draped over the desk completely naked in front of her and the two girls she'd decided, especially after Miss Robinson the headmistress had told her how much her pupils liked her, to give it another go. She was not looking forward to her second spell with the class of troublemakers but she hoped things would go better for her today. Miss Chambers and her had come up with a story about how she'd been taken ill during the lunch break and had to go home. Her arse knew the bitter truth though!

Meanwhile Emily and Lucy had retrieved the video footage of both Miss Chambers caning Tracey in the nude and then Tracey returning the punishment later in the day. They both laughed out loud to see the two teachers so humiliated.

'What you got planned for today, Emily? Apart from our initial 'welcome present' for Tracey, that is?'

Emily laughed.

'Wait and see, Lucy. It'll be worth the wait. Even the first course is gonna be quite a laugh!'

Tracey entered the class and the two girls grinned at each other expectantly. As soon as Tracey sat down in her chair she became immediately conscious of sharp objects digging painfully into her bum.

'Ouch!' she exclaimed. 'What's that?'

'Probably drawing pins,' Emily giggled.

Tracey glared at her when she said that.

'It's not funny, Emily. I'm assuming you put them on my chair.'

The sharp pain of the drawing pins was irritating Tracey and she reluctantly decided to stand up and pick them out of her
bum. That turned out to be easier thought of than done!

As Tracey tried to rise from her chair she found to her horror that her skirt was held firmly in place by some sticky and apparently immovable substance.

'What the hell's that?'

'Probably superglue,' Lucy giggled.

'And I suppose you put that on my chair, Lucy,' an angry Tracey shouted at her.

Tracey tried to get up and it was obvious to her after a few seconds that it wasn't going to be easy.

'Don't worry, Miss,' a smiling Emily told her. 'We'll help you up.'

Tracey was about to protest when the two girls approached and gave her an almighty tug that lifted up both Tracey and the chair she was sitting on. The drawing pins, held firmly in place by the superglue, remained embedded in her ample arse.

Fuming, she felt them tugging hard and suddenly she was partly free. To her horror her skirt was ripped to shreds and she was giving the whole class a good view of her knickers! The pupils all giggled and laughed out loud at seeing their pretty teacher humiliated.

'I'll talk to you later,' said Tracey, glaring at Emily and Lucy. 'In the meantime I need to get changed so try and behave while I'm out of the classroom.'

Tracey rushed into the toilets and examined the damage. The skirt was ruined but at least she'd managed to get the drawing pins out of her arse. It took her a good five minutes to repair herself and put on another skirt but at least she looked decent once more.

Returning to the classroom she was relieved to see her pupils sitting there patiently, talking among themselves but not engaged in any actual mayhem.

'Right,' said Tracey in what she hoped was a firm tone of voice, 'now let's get on with our work.'

She inspected the chair gingerly before deciding to spend the rest of the lesson standing to be on the safe side. The lesson passed without incident and as the class broke up she called over the two troublemakers to speak with them quietly.

'Lucy, Emily, what you did this morning was deplorable,' said Tracey. 'You'll stay behind after school in detention.'

'Do we have to?' Emily protested.

'Yes, you do,' Tracey said firmly. 'I'll see you in the detention classroom at 4 o'clock sharp. Dismissed!'

The rest of the day passed uneventfully and at 4 p.m. Tracey made her way to the special classroom which had a sign on the door saying 'detention room - for naughty pupils only.' She went in and checked her chair for booby traps but it looked as if she was safe to sit down. In a couple of minutes she was joined by Lucy and Emily.

Tracey gave them a hard look but the two girls just sat down and said nothing. When Tracey spoke to them quickly there was a brief flutter of resistance.

'Now that you're here,' she told them, 'you will write out one hundred times, "I must not behave badly." Do you understand me, girls?'

Lucy looked horrified at the suggestion.

'But why? I mean...'

Emily motioned her to be silent.

'OK,' she said.

Tracey was relieved that the girls hadn't tried to cause any trouble but she was completely unaware that they were planning a big and unpleasant surprise for her and that in the circumstances just mouthing off at their new teacher was a waste of effort. In blissful ignorance she watched the two girls begin to write the sentence she had just given them.

Five minutes had passed and then suddenly a whole group of people burst into the room. She recognised Mr Williams the school caretaker and his son John who, unknown to her, was also Emily's boyfriend but the two women were complete strangers to her. The two of them seemed as if they were on the warpath and Tracey gazed up from her desk uneasily.

'Can I help you?' she asked.

'You must be the new teacher,' said the older of the two women. 'Tracey Smith, isn't it?'

'Yes, that's right. And you are?'

'I'm Mrs Brown - Emily's mother. And this is Lucy's mother Mrs Jones. We've heard you've put our two sweet lovely and innocent young daughters on detention. It must be a mistake.'

Tracey sighed. Dealing with irate parents wasn't an aspect of the job she'd expected to have to cope with so soon into her teaching career.

'I'm afraid not, ladies,' she said quietly. 'These two young girls were responsible for a rather nasty practical joke in my class this morning.'

'What sort of practical joke?' Mrs Brown demanded.

Tracey almost flushed with embarrassment at the memory but she hoped that by coming clean about the details it might have the effect of making the mothers realise that their two daughters were anything BUT sweet, lovely and innocent.

'Well, they put drawing pins on my chair so when I sat down they - dug into my - my bottom. And when I tried to get up I found they'd superglued them to the chair. So eventually when I finally was able to escape my - my skirt was - ripped and I had to get changed into another one.'

The two women looked at each other and then at their daughters.

'And did either of you have anything to do with that?' Mrs Brown asked.

'No, of course not,' Emily said quickly. 'But we always get blamed for anything that goes wrong in school!'

'Well, since she's denied all knowledge of this - practical joke - you've got no choice,' Mrs Brown told Tracey. 'Come on, Emily, I'm taking you home.'

Tracey sighed. She knew that being assertive, especially with her small stature, was always hard for her but she felt that she really had to make an example of the two girls.

'I'm afraid that's not possible, Mrs Brown. The girls will remain behind till they have completed their hundred lines. If you insist on taking your daughter away I will have to report the matter to the headmistress Miss Robinson instead of simply handling it in a quieter way with a detention and lines.'

'The fuck you will!' said Mrs Jones, speaking for the first time. 'If anyone's going to get reported to the headmistress it's going to be you, Miss High and Fucking Mighty!'

Tracey was shocked by the woman's aggressive response.

'Mrs Jones, please don't use language like that in this school. And don't try and threaten me either. Both girls more or less admitted being responsible for the - the practical joke - this morning in my class. So they are wrong-doers and giving them a hundred lines and detention is hardly the most severe punishment they could have had. After all, I could have given them the cane but I didn't.'

Mrs Jones reacted by moving towards Tracey aggressively with her hand balled into a fist.

'You touch my fucking daughter and you're dead, bitch!' she shouted. 'And don't try and bullshit me - you're obviously a crap teacher and maybe I'll have a word with the headmistress and get you sacked, you sack of shit!'

Tracey got up from the chair and even though she was scared she tried hard to assert herself.

'This has gone far enough,' she said. 'Please leave or I'll call the police and have you removed at once. Mr Williams, would you escort these - people - off the premises?'

Mr Williams was about to answer when his son John gave him a silent shake of the head. He looked at Tracey and stood there in silence waiting for something to happen.

'I wouldn't do that if I were you,' said Emily quietly. 'You remember your first day at school? And what happened to you in the Deputy Head's office?'

Tracey almost blushed.

'Yes, of course. What of it?'

'Well, the thing is, we've got the whole thing on video. There's a hidden camera in the office and we've got film of the whole event. The first and second session. So if you want those two things to be released to the headmistress or maybe even put out on the internet you'd better shut up and co-operate with us. You won't just lose your job; you'll be a laughing stock and you might even wind up in prison. So if I was you I'd do what you're told.'

Tracey sat down again and considered her options. None of them looked very appealing right now.

'I see,' she said. 'But Miss Chambers might have something to say about that too.'

She was clutching at straws and she knew it but she had to try something.

'She'll come out of it even worse than you,' Emily laughed. 'The last thing either of you wants is for all that stuff to go - well, public. So sit down, shut up and listen. Today is the first day of your new life.'

Tracey glared impotently but all she could do was wait for her tormentors to reveal their hand. In the meantime she sat there in silence as the two girls, their mothers, and - to her horror - John and the caretaker all whispered quickly among themselves.

What on earth were they up to? She didn't have long to find out!

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Tracey looked up as the six of them approached her desk and smiled wickedly at her. It was Emily who broke the silence first.

'Well, we've taken a few decisions,' she said quietly. 'For starters, from now on your pupils get to call you Tracey instead of Miss Smith. Agreed?'

'Yes,' said Tracey, thinking if they were only going to try and humiliate her on that level it might not be too bad.

'Now in class you can still call me Emily and my friend Lucy but outside the classroom you call us both ma'am. Got that, Tracey?'

Tracey flushed with anger and embarrassment but she hoped there wouldn't be too many 'out of class' situations.

'OK,' she said quietly.

'Now we've also decided that you need to apologise to us for accusing us of putting those drawing pins and superglue on your chair. Are you sorry you did that, Tracey?'

Tracey glared at the girl but knew she was helpless.

'I'm sorry, ma'am; I made a mistake and I shouldn't have accused you without evidence.'

'Good,' Emily smiled. 'Well, because you accused us falsely it's only right that you should be punished, isn't it?'

Tracey was on the verge of losing her temper but managed to control herself.

'Yes, I suppose so.'

'Good. Well, we'll start your punishment by giving YOU a detention. Does that seem fair to you, Tracey?'

'Yes, ma'am, it seems fair,' Tracey mumbled through gritted teeth.

'Good. And since you gave us lines it's only fair YOU should have to write a hundred lines, isn't it, Tracey?'

'Yes, ma'am, it seems fair,' Tracey forced herself to say.

'Good. Well, I want you to write out the following a hundred times. "I must not be a stupid fucking cunt." Have you got that, Tracey?'

Tracey was on the point of exploding but she controlled herself with a supreme effort.

'Yes, ma'am.'

'Good. Well, start writing, Tracey!'

Tracey was seething as she forced herself to write out a hundred times 'I must not be a stupid fucking cunt.' When she'd finally completed the task the two girls came over and looked at her 'work' and laughed out loud.

'Well, at least you can write and spell!' Lucy laughed. 'Shall we move on to the next part of her punishment?'

Tracey looked at them in a mixture of fear and anger.

'What do you mean, next part? I only gave you detention and lines. What the hell are you going to do to me?'

Mrs Brown answered that question.

'I'd like to see you strip naked,' she told her.

Tracey gasped and stared at the woman in disbelief.

'But why? I've never done that to your girls!'

'So fucking what?' Mrs Jones laughed. 'If we want you to get naked then you get naked, bitch!'

Tracey stood up and tried to make her way towards the door.

'This has gone far enough,' she protested. 'I'm a teacher here and I've already had more than enough humiliation at your hands. I'm going home!'

Mrs Brown laughed.

'Think so, Tracey? We haven't even started on humiliating you! Things are going to get a LOT worse for you before we're finished for today!'

'Let's strip the fucking bitch!' said Mrs Jones. 'If you don't do it by yourself, Tracey, it'll be a lot more unpleasant if all of us rip the clothes off of you so it's in your own best interests to co-operate.'

Tracey was seething but she knew that she had no choice. She was totally outnumbered and she felt sure that if she did try and put up a fight not only would her clothes be ruined but she might be physically hurt as well. Reluctantly she started taking off her clothes. She removed her jacket first and then her skirt. Next to come off were her shoes and tights. As she laid them on a heap in the floor she gazed forlornly at her tormentors.

'Do I really have to take everything off?' she pleaded.

'Of course you fucking do, bitch!' Mrs Jones snarled. 'We want to see you stark cunt naked!'

Tracey blushed but realised she had no choice. She took off her skirt and then her blouse and was now standing before them wearing only her bra and knickers.

'Everything?' she made a final plea for mercy.

'Every fucking thing, bitch!' Mrs Jones told her, a cold smile on her face.

Tracey removed the last vestiges of clothing covering her modesty and stood before the group naked as the day she was born.

'Nice tits,' laughed Mrs Jones. 'A bit fat and flabby but not bad. Turn around, Tracey, so we can get a good look at your arse. Huh, just like I thought, fat and flabby there too. Well, never mind. Maybe we can trim off some of the fat on you, girl. What about a nice work-out by our teacher here?'

Tracey flushed with embarrassment and though she wasn't quite sure what the woman meant she knew she was in for a thoroughly humiliating time.

'OK, Tracey, let's see you do some running on the spot!' Mrs Jones commanded. 'Jiggle those flabby tits and fat arse of yours for us!'

A thoroughly mortified Tracey could only do as she was ordered by her cruel tormentors.

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When they got bored with seeing her running on the spot they told her to sit down while they considered their next move. It didn't take long for the twisted minds of the girls, their mothers and the two men to come up with more humiliation for the formerly proud schoolteacher.

'OK, Tracey,' said Mrs Jones after a brief conflab with the others. 'Now bend over the chair where you were sitting and spread your legs. Wide apart - as wide as you can make them go. Then we'll all take it in turns to search your arse and cunt for any contraband we might find!'

'Shouldn't that be 'cuntraband' in her case?' Lucy giggled.

'Yes, in her case it probably should!' Mrs Jones laughed.

Poor Tracey had to submit to an 'examination' of her most intimate areas and sure enough each one of the people who 'searched' her 'found' some kind of contraband.

'You ARE a naughty girl, aren't you, Tracey?' Mrs Brown laughed.

Tracey said nothing but a quick slap on her arse made her think again.

'Yes, ma'am, I am a naughty girl.'

'In fact you're a VERY naughty girl, aren't you, Tracey?'

'Yes, ma'am, I'm a VERY naughty girl,' a thoroughly humiliated Tracey replied.

'Well, you know what happens to naughty girls, don't you?'

'Yes, ma'am. They have to be punished.'

Mrs Brown smiled triumphantly.

'So glad you agree. Well, it so happens that Mr Williams has kindly brought along a school cane which I'm sure you agree is now going to be used on your fat arse. Do you agree that you deserve a caning, Tracey?'

'Yes, ma'am,' Tracey answered forlornly.

'Well, let's see, there are six of us so if we each give you six of the best that will be thirty-six strokes. Do you think you deserve to be caned, Tracey?'

'Please, ma'am,' Tracey begged them, 'I was caned only yesterday and got twenty-five strokes. I don't think I could stand another thirty-six.'

'Nonsense,' said Mrs Brown firmly. 'But of course if you're not going to co-operate I'll have to increase the number you get. So will you bend over and let us cane you, Tracey?'

'Yes, ma'am,' a devastated Tracey replied.

'And do you agree you thoroughly deserve thirty-six strokes of the cane on your fat arse, Tracey?'

'Yes, ma'am, I thoroughly deserve thirty-six strokes on the cane on my fat arse,' she almost whispered.

'Then you shall have them, girl.'

By the time the six of them had finished Tracey was sobbing uncontrollably and her arse was a mass of red welts and nasty bruises. She gasped in relief as the last stroke landed and hoped that would be the end of her ordeal.

'Well, Tracey,' said Mrs Brown, 'I hope that's been a lesson to you that you'll remember in future. Now the good news is - as you may or may not have guessed - it's difficult to tell with an airhead like you - that all these events, like your caning yesterday, have been captured on videotape so you won't be tempted to say or do anything stupid. Do you understand what I've said, Tracey?'

Tracey understood instantly.

'So you're planning on blackmailing me?'

'Let's call it an insurance policy,' Mrs Brown smiled. 'In the meantime I'm sure you've had a detention you'll never forget. Class dismissed until we meet again!'

And it certainly WAS a detention that Tracey WOULD never forget. She could only wait in nervous trepidation for the next nasty trick that the girls or their mothers might decide to pull on her!
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