Educating Her (Supple Nail & Obstacle Corpse)

[The Supple Nail]

Sarah pricked her ears and sat up for a moment, her eyes straining in the dim half light of the closet as she tried determine just what she had heard. A door closing in the distance? The brush of fabric as somebody walked down the hall? Whatever it was the sound did not repeat itself and Sarah assumed that it had been nothing. A trick that her overactive imagination was playing on her. The fear of discovery made her jumpy, her heart thumping in her chest audible to her own ears like a bass drum.

She settled back on the ornate concrete bench and reached down to trail her fingers under the hem of her uniform's pleated skirt. Her heart beat faster as she leaned back, drawing her fingers up her legs and revealing more and more creamy thigh as she drew up her skirt. She couldn't believe what she was doing.

It had all started two weeks ago when Sarah had come across a tiny knot of other girls. They turned as she approached, gravitating towards her almost subconsciously in a way that Sarah and everyone else took for granted. The word was 'popular' but really it was a blend of presence, position and prestige. Although she was friendly and out going, lacking the acidic alpha bitch archetype in tawdry teen movies, nobody could deny that Sarah was at the apex of the social pyramid at St. Trinity's Preparatory Academy.

As had always been her way Sarah smiled and felt the group open to her. The girls had tittered and blushed, passing something back and forth between them. Sarah had expected a crude sketch, maybe a foldout from a disreputable magazine. Instead she saw a novel. The dime store kind written for lonely housewives and imaginative young virgins. As trashy as could be, from the flowery pink title to the hyper muscled and long haired adonis clutching the rent bodice of a swooning maiden. Sarah didn't know what made her exude her intangible hold on the other girls, but she smiled and giggled and swayed with the group, and when they dispersed she had the novel hidden in her bag.

She had stayed up all night reading it. The next day she felt like she was in an alien world, or as if she was alive for the first time. Her face felt flushed all the time and, although she could not tell herself exactly why, she squirmed uncomfortably in her seat as the broad shouldered social studied professor turned his masculine profile to write something on the old style chalkboard. She know that she would have to do something about what she was feeling. Something she hadn't ever had the courage to do before.

She didn't know what to expect so she prepared for everything. She snuck into one of the bathroom stalls and smuggled in her razor, shaving herself in places that she blushed to think about until she was as smooth and blemishless there as a veal cutlet. But where could she go to take her bold first step? To discover this thing that had hidden itself from her except for this past week? The dormitories weren't an option, too crowded. And so here she was, secreted in a corner of the rose garden, hidden in a small alcove between the corner of the boys dormitories and the main school building.

Her fingers continued their tantalizing journey, she felt the plaid of her skirt bunching and fought the urge to smooth it down and retreat. As she felt the soft cotton of her pure, white panties she let out a tiny gasp as a thrill of pleasure ran through her. Her brow crinkled as her slender fingers brushed over her mound, traced upwards over her covered lips. By accident she brushed a finger against the nub of her clit and her eyes shot wide.

"Ooooh!" A soft, plaintive moan wrung itself from her throat and she bit her lip to keep quiet.

Feverish now, she dipped her hand into her panties, exploring and probing. She was shockingly wet, moisture making her thighs steamy and slippery. Each slightest movement seemed to spread her wetness further, even dripping down the cleft between her perfect ass cheeks and spreading a dark stain on her panties. She didn't know that her body could react like this as she probed further, stroking her fingers shallowly through her pussy and gathering the moisture there, bringing it up to rub across her mons. She didn't know what would feel good so she just explored her flesh, slipping her fingers through herself as she gasped and panted. Seeking that same pleasure again she scraped a fingernail against her clit and gasped.

"Uuuuuuh!" She moaned, throaty and low, before clapping a hand to her mouth to silence herself. She could feel wetness on her cheek, spreading there from her soaked fingers.

 

[The Supple Nail]

Sarah's fingers moved through her pussy, tentatively exploring her flesh. She dipped a finger shallowly into her slit to coat it with the dewy lubricant collecting there and then slid it sensuously up over her mound. She splayed her fingers out, her middle finger dipping into her gash and two teasing the puffy flesh on either side. She applied pressure and dragged her finger up over her clit, trembling slightly as she bit her lip to stifle her moans. Her breath came in heady gasps but she was too far gone to care much about the noise she was making. She had never touched herself like this before and she didn't know what to expect. She was learning her body, where to stroke and where to caress, where to pinch and where to rake with her nails.

Her other hand was clenched white knuckled on the hem of the skirt bunched up over her thighs and she forced herself to release it. Instead the hand moved upwards, tugging at the uniform's neck tie with a sudden feverish need. She undid the flimsy knot and fumbled one handed with the pearly buttons at her throat, tugging open her blouse to mid waist to expose her shapely breasts. She wasn't the biggest cup in her class but her breasts were the perfect size for her slender frame, handful sized globes with tiny pink nipples nestled in the lace of a white bra. She groaned as she tugged the flimsy fabric down. It still cupped her breasts, pushing them upwards into her fingers, but she pulled the cups away to expose her stiff nipples.

She played her fingers over one and squeezed her eyes shut, tiny sounds of passion issuing from her throat. She needed more stimulation and pinched herself, then dragged her fingernail over the sensitive bud.

"Uuuuhn!" She moaned, loudly enough to surprise herself. She would have to be quiet or she would...

"Hello, Sarah, you don't remember me, but that's going to change."

A masculine voice sounded from behind her and her eyes shot wide. She whirled and a luminous blush climbed her cheeks like her face was on fire. Her sudden turn toppled her from the bench and she fell to the grass in front of it, landing on her ass. She propped her elbows underneath herself and looked up at the interloper. There was something so familiar about him.

"Who are you!" She demanded, imperious rage giving fire to her voice.

Then she realized what she looked like. The upper slopes of her breasts were exposed, the tiny pink nipples peeked out above the lace of her tugged down bra, the skin so pale it almost glowed in the moonlight. Her skirt was bunched around her waist and her white panties were marred with a traitorous dark stain. Fire gave way to humiliation and she grew redder. She quickly tugged the hem of her skirt down with one hand and covered her exposed breasts with the other.

"How long were you standing there?" She asked. She tried to keep the fire in her voice but her words came out meek and tremulous.

 

[The Supple Nail]

Sarah drew her knees up defensively as he stepped towards her, smoothing her skirt nervously as he swooped down on her. She flinched away from him but he simply snatched her discarded panties, still sticky with her sin. That was a worse humiliation than anything. Her eyes dropped in disgrace and she blinked back hot tears of shame that stung in her eyes.

Her voice was still wavering but she was about to speak up when he flung her soiled panties into her face. They left a wet smear of her own juice along her cheek and she thought that she would die from the shame of it. He had been looming over her as he spoke. He was monolithic and masculine, broad shouldered and intimidating. She felt the intensity of his physical presence diminish when he left his position standing over her supine body to lounge flippantly on the bench. But she still could not deny her fear of him or her shame in his presence, especially when he played the video on his phone.

Sarah heard her own sweet voice, passion tinged and husky, played back to her from the speakers of his phone. She pushed herself shakily to her feet, one wary eye on him. She realized that sitting had removed his immediate looming threat, but it forced an even more humiliating exchange. He lounged there like a king on his throne while she stood before him like a supplicant, disheveled, tear streaked, and terrified. She felt like she had been dragged into the headmaster's office, forced to stand in front of his desk while he relaxed at ease. She couldn't look at the screen, she couldn't even look at his face. The shame was too great.

She gathered her blouse back together with one hand, clutching it around her like a safety blanket.

"I-I think I remember you. From social studies, I mean. I...d-d-don't know who...exactly you are b-but I'm sure we can...Wait!" She stammered, her words tumbling over each other as he turned to go.

"Please, I'm begging you! You have to delete that video. Please. If everyone found out...if my parents found out..." Sarah trailed off with a miserable wimper, placing a horrified hand to her lips as she thought of the scandal that he held in his pocket.

 

[The Supple Nail]

When Who flicked out his knife Sarah froze in terror, her eyes shooting wide. When he cut out a birch switch she remained rigid, unsure if this made her more or less nervous. She felt helpless and trapped as he circled her, like a piece of meat up for inspection. She made a jerky motion as if to stop him when he dipped the switch between her knees. But fear held her immobile and she stood like a statue, fists clenched at her sides as tears rolled down her cheek. There was that knife, but more than that there was that video. She bit her lip as she felt the rough bark sliding up the sensitive insides of her thigh. It climbed higher and higher, lifting the hem of her skirt to reveal more and more leg. She trembled when it ran along the slippery, puffy lips of her pussy, collecting some of the ample moisture there. I must still be wet from earlier. She thought, and that thought was as humiliating as anything this boy was doing to her. She didn't know her body well enough to know if she was still wet or if she was just...[/i]wet[/i].

Her eyes widened when he revealed who he was.

"You! I...I remember you now! Please, don't do this. You don't have to do thi-." She said, fear making her voice quake and tremble. She squeaked when the switch slapped against her backside, more surprise than pain. He had only tapped her.

She considered running, simply making a break for it. But he would still have the video and this would only start over again. Besides, he was tall and long limbed. Sarah didn't know if she could escape from him even if she tried. She glanced down at herself. Her hair was honey blonde and shoulder length, wavy and tousled from her tumble. She was much shorter than Who, looking up into his face through her long eyelashes and the veil of fear. Her eyes were a dark green and widely set above a generous, pouty mouth and small upturned nose. Her frame was taut from years of volleyball training but slight, with slim hips that tapered up to a tiny waist.

"No, no, don't do this." She groaned softly. Despite her words she could not disobey. Her eyes flicked to the ground where her panties lay discarded and she could not bring herself to pull down her uniform's skirt to expose her bare ass. But she unresistingly turned, feet wide, and bent at the waist to place her hands against the wall. Knowing what he had in mind she stuck out her ass by force of habit. She didn't want want to help him in the slightest but she had grown up in catholic schools. Assuming the position was almost automatic.

 

[The Supple Nail]

Despite her disobedient attempt to preserve her modesty Who stepped up behind Sarah and roughly yanked her skirt down. She could feel his fingers scraping against the smoothness of her ass with the rough motion. She was too terrified to struggle or protest, even when he stuffed her own panties in her mouth. She panted around them, smelling the musky scent of her own lust that stained the crotch. She squeezed her eyes shut against what she knew would be coming next.

Her eyes shot wide and she screamed into her panties when the switch cut through the air to impact her ass with a sound like a thunder crack. Her knees buckled but she forced herself to stay where she was. Blow after blow fell, mercilessly lashing her exposed flesh until she sagged against the wall, a blubbering mess. Her ass glowed bright red and it felt like it was on fire even between blows. When a hit came that intersected with a previous welt Sarah's knuckles whitened as if she were trying to claw her way through the brick.

By the end of her punishment the pale skin of her ass was criss crossed with angry red welts, almost artistic in their distribution, the deepest quickly purpling into long, thin bruises. All she could do was sniffle and whimper softly, her tears staining her makeup into streaks down her cheeks. She was so disoriented from the beating that she failed to notice him approach her until he snatched her, tangling his fingers into her hair and forcing her against the wall.

She collapsed, too messed up to protest. He forced her face down, mashing her upper body against the brick. Her hands splayed to either side to give herself some support. Her cheek and shoulders were pinned against the wall, the rough brick rasping over her sensitive skin and scraping at her pinned nipples like sandpaper. She thought herself too limp to resist but she stiffened when she felt his fingers probing her cunt.

She moaned and told herself that it was a moan of agony as he dragged his fingers over the battered globe of her ass, spreading her wetness up over her anus. She immediately felt it cooling there, highlighting the tiny opening like a siren in her awareness.

"I'm...not...a..bitc.." She began, panting.

But her words cut off when he slid his finger into her seamy snatch. The feeling was like licking at a cut inside your lip. Painful. Invasive. But impossible to ignore or resist.

"Mnnnnn!" She moaned as he explored her. She could feel his fingers wriggling inside her. She tried to block out the sensations but couldn't. The sense of violation was overwhelming. She felt humiliated and controlled, less than human. And something else...but she pushed that to the back of her mind.

She felt a sudden stab of pain as he pushed up against the fragile membrane of her hymen and yelped, tears coursing down her cheeks.

"No, no, no, no..." She chanted incoherently, like a broken record.