The Lessons Ch. 04

The girls looked with surprise and envy. Their own breasts were simply titties in comparison. Wendy had resplendent globes swathed in delicate pink lace. They filled the cups of her bra like they were huge round balloons stuffed into the lace. The other girls felt quite insecure, even despondent. Tina in particular was not happy to see how big Wendy was. She wondered if Mr. Peters was as excited as the boys.

Wendy noticed the reaction. She had expected laughter, with the boys howling at her shame and the girls shrieking in joy at her discomfort. There instead seemed to be simply a stunned silence. The boys were just clearly impressed, perhaps even ecstatic at her display. Many of the girls seemed to be even jealous. Some were scowling, while others self-consciously placed their arms in front of their own chests in a begrudging admission that they had nothing that could compare. Even Mr. Peters seemed to be impressed. He was standing with his back slightly turned to the class and could not seem to take his eyes off her large pink breasts. 'Perhaps this wasn't so bad after all,' she thought. 'I do so much like the attention boys pay to my breasts. Standing here in my bra really isn't so much different than wearing a bikini. In fact, a bikini would be much more revealing than this bra.' This was only partially true, as one would see a bit of her areolae through the lace, and she was forgetting the fact that the lace of her brassiere made it much more of a personal, erotic display. Nevertheless, she didn't wear bikinis because of her breasts size, and it wasn't like she was actually naked. She even brought her arms behind her back and clasped her hands, thereby pushing her breasts out further to give them even more prominence. They were indeed her best feature and she should make the most out of them. She thought she might even begin to enjoy this. Mr. Peters spoke first. "Wendy, I must admit that they are indeed wonderful. You have breasts that any young man would surely appreciate." She now blushed with his praise and admiration, and smiled appreciatively. She used her shoulders to suggestively wave her mounds to the class, following the eyes of the boys as they watched them jiggle with each movement of her hips and shoulders. She did feel a bit self-conscious to be talking so openly about them, and to be blatantly putting them on display like this, but Mr. Peters' punishment seemed to be turning into a naughty game.

Mr. Peters looked back to the class, noticing the wide eyes of the boys and the ambivalent reactions of the girls. Tina, in particular, looked a bit distressed, and he quickly realized his mistake. He looked back to Wendy, "I must admit though, Wendy, that I am perhaps a bit idiosyncratic in my own taste. I personally prefer small, petite breasts." Tina's face lit up in gratitude, 'I am still his favorite,' she thought, while Wendy looked confused, even crestfallen. Wendy could not understand why he had to say something like that. There seemed to be no reason to just insult them when she was willing to show them to the class.

Mr. Peters could tell that it would be difficult to keep them both happy. He turned back to the class. "But, let's ask the class for their opinion. Boys, how many of you find Wendy's breasts to be attractive?" All of them raised their hands, and many of them waved them, hoping that perhaps Mr. Peters would call on them to demonstrate his appreciation in person. Mr. Peters turned back to Wendy and smiled, "I guess the masses have spoken Wendy, I have been overruled." She perked up again. She would have preferred Mr. Peters to also be enamored with her breasts but at least he was honest that he was alone in his opinion; the boys clearly loved her; and she now understood why she had more difficulty controlling Mr. Peters. If he liked them small she wouldn't have much power over him.

"I told you Mr. Peters. Boys do like my figure," she exclaimed proudly. "You are right about that. Let's now see how well the panties match."

Wendy's hand went to her mouth. She wasn't so sure about this. It was difficult enough standing in front of the class without her blouse, but now without her dress? "I don't know, Mr. Peters."

"Wendy, if I had continued the spanking you would have had to remove your dress anyway. This way you won't suffer the additional humiliation of being spanked. If you had obeyed the school rules, you would be wearing a plain white bra and panties, no more enticing than a bathing suit. Any one of the girls in this class would feel comfortable with revealing such modest apparel" (all of them in fact scrunched back in their chairs, hoping that Mr. Peters was not in fact thinking of using one of them as an example). "You, however, are uncomfortable precisely because of what you chose to wear today. Now, let's see the complete outfit, but, if you prefer, you can bend over again for a spanking." This was becoming a punishment once again.

"Well, ok, but I don't know if this is such a good idea." She unfastened the clasp on her waist. She leaned over a bit to get the clasp undone. The boys strained to see more of her breasts as her cleavage opened. Her bra waved as her breasts strained the grips of the straps. She unclasped the skirt and again turned her back to the students, pulling the skirt aside. She carefully but nervously folded it so that there would be no wrinkles. Her bottom, wrapped snuggly in her lace panties, was exposed to the class. She placed her skirt on her blouse, and, with considerable trepidation, she turned back to face the class. She stood with her hands folded in front of her panties.

Her panties did match her bra. They were pink lace bikinis, tight to the skin. One could even seen the outline of her mound, a small bulge of delectable flesh between her legs. The lace was thin enough that many of the boys would swear that they could see the lips of her cunt. They had been similarly straining to see her nipples through the lace of her bra. It was both tantalizing and frustrating, but nobody was complaining. She looked so sexy. She looked like she was a model in a girlie magazine, yet she was in fact Wendy Meadows, all exposed for their amusement and pleasure. There wasn't a limp cock in the class.

Wendy had tremendously large breasts but was unusually thin in the waist. Most girls with naturally large breasts were also a but chunky, but not Wendy. She had a 21 inch waist and 34 inch hips, similar to Wendy Whoppers. She was a lovely sight. Many (probably all) of the boys would have been happy to jerk off just with her standing there in front of them. Her lacy bra covering her large mounds and tight sexy panties contrasted well with her white socks and black Mary Janes. She shuffled her feet in nervousness as boys stared and fantasized.

Her resemblance to Elle Woods further enhanced the pleasure for the boys. It was if it was Reese Witherspoon herself, standing in front of one of her college classes, stripped to her bra and panties. That would have been a nice scene, they thought. On the other hand, seeing Wendy Meadows standing at the head of the class in her lacy bra and panties, trying ineffectively to preserve her modesty, was just as exciting as imagining that it was Elle Woods.

"Wendy, this is indeed a gross violation of school rules." Mr. Peters' voice brought them all back to reality. "I want you to resume the position."

"But Mr. Peters, I took off my dress, just like you asked." She now tried to cover her breasts and cunny with her hands, no longer feeling that it was helpful to cooperate. "I did everything you said. Why must you spank me now," she pleaded desperately. All that she said was true. She was now standing in front of the class in her sexy underthings, yet he was still going to give her a spanking.

"Showing off your lacy panties and bra for all of the boys to see is as much a reward as it is a punishment. I can tell that you enjoy the attention. You must also be chastised for your rudeness and certainly for violating the school rules regarding decorum. We all enjoy seeing you show off your pink panties but the fact is that you must learn to wear regulation white cotton panties. Now resume the position." Wendy could feel a tear coming to her eye as she turned her back to the class, bent over and placed her hands on her knees, being sure to keep her legs straight. The posture was now enticingly erotic. She looked like she was posing for a naughty girls web site. Her cute bottom was especially attractive and provocative, encased by the taut pink panties. The mound of her cunny was also now clearly evident through the sexy lace, poking out between her legs, waiting to be stroked. Mr. Peters could feel his dick expanding in his pants. He moved to Wendy's left side, not only for the spanking but also to hide his cock from Sara. He knew that it would upset her if she could tell that he was getting excited by Wendy's upraised butt, waiting for her paddling.

"After each swat, I want you to count the number and say, 'Please don't look at my pink panties.'" He knew this would be particularly embarrassing, as every eye in the class was glued to her sweet cheeks and cunny. "Yes sir," she replied.

SMACK! "One sir, and please don't look at my pink panties." The swat jostled her a bit and her heavy breasts wobbled in her bra. She hoped so much that they would not fall out. She concentrated on keeping her balance, coming to tears knowing that every boy in the class had such a revealing view of her pantied butt.

SMACK! "Two, sir, and please don't look at my pink panties." She wondered why she had to openly refer to them; it only drew more attention to her exposed bottom. She did like having the boys appreciate the way she would swing her hips when she walked, but not like this, not exposed in such a lewd manner.

SMACK! "Three sir, and please don't look at my panties." She removed her hands from her knees to cover her face. She was so terribly embarrassed and ashamed. She kept her legs straight though and butt elevated.

Mr. Peters stopped. Letting go of her knees was another violation. "Wendy, you must not disobey." He reached for her panties and pulled them down to her knees, exposing the crack of her ass and the lips of her cunny. Wendy squealed in protest and fright. She quickly reached back with her hands to hide her cunt lips. "Mr. Peters, this is outrageous. You can't show them that!" She started to stand up but his firm hand on her back let her know that she must continue to obey.

"Please remove your hands, Wendy. It will only get worse if you continue to hide your vagina with your hands." Referring explicitly to her cunt made her feel even more self-conscious, making it evident that the boys would be able to see her most private part. She groaned in dismay and removed her hands, placing one back on her knee and the other she scrunched up and bit with her lips, trying to keep herself from crying out loud.

The students gasped at the sight. She was indeed revealing her cunt lips for everyone to see, with only a few strands of hair to hide them. They were delectable cunt lips. Two small hills of soft flesh, parted by a tender, inviting crack, framed by her thighs and complemented by the much larger hills and crack of her butt.

"Wendy, you did not return both hands to your knees. I want you to now clasp your hands behind your knees and do not let go." She obeyed instantly, but the posture forced her to expose more of her cunt, as well as causing the cheeks of her butt to spread somewhat. Her butt now took on a delightful heart shape, and if one looked close enough, one could see her anus peeking out through the widening crack. A number of the boys were pointing and whispering about the view. The girls who had previously felt jealous of Wendy were now feeling sympathetic. She looked so exposed, even lewd, thrusting her fanny out to the class, revealing her cunny and anus, her pink panties wrapped around her thighs.

Sara, however, didn't share this opinion. It still wasn't as bad for Wendy as it had been for her. At least Wendy didn't have a cork stuck in her butt. But she then squirmed in her seat to remind herself of the nice awkward sensation and the memory of being the center of the stage yesterday. She didn't want to have to go through that again, but it had been awfully arousing. She wondered if Wendy was getting excited. Sara realized that she wanted to try to play with herself in the class. Nobody would probably notice. Wendy was certainly the center of everybody's attention. She leaned forward a bit, pretending that she wanted to get a closer look and she reached down into her lap to play with her cunny. 'This is fun,' she thought.

"I am afraid that I am out of corks, Wendy. Do you think that you will be able to control your bowels?" 'Why does he have to keep referring to her like that', she thought. "Yes sir, I will be good."

"No, I'm afraid that you might also loose control and I don't want you to embarrass yourself in front of the whole class," as if this hadn't already happened. He reached for the small school flag that was posted on all of the teachers' desks. He plucked it from the stand, licked the end, and gently inserted it into Wendy's rear end. The boys began to chortle.

Wendy could tell that he had inserted something into her anus but she didn't know what. She twisted ineffectively left and right to try to see what everybody found so funny but the movement only had the effect of waving the flag. The flag was nicely positioned with Wendy's bottom so highly poised, and Wendy amplified the effect by wagging the flag with her hips. "Now that is showing very good school spirit, Wendy," Mr. Peters smirked. Even the girls had to laugh at that.

The flag, however, did complicate the spanking. Its presence would require Mr. Peters to be careful in his swatting, as he did not want to injure Wendy's rectum by plunging the staff deep into her hole. However, its location was precisely where he enjoyed spanking. He stood back and contemplated his dilemma, which also gave him more time to appreciate Wendy's dilemma.

"I tell you what Wendy, we will forgo the rest of the spanking if you agree to assist me through further class demonstration." Wendy hastily agreed. Nothing could be worse than this, she thought. "Very good. I want you to then carefully stand, keeping the flag lodged in your anus. I suspect that you will have to grip down on the pole with your sphincter. Then turn around and again face the class."

Wendy did as she was told. She was very happy to end her immodest posture. Keeping hold of the flag was not easy though, as it was more of a stick than a pole. She had to clench hard with her cheeks and anus. It gave her the sensation of trying to hold back a fart or a pee. It was quite uncomfortable, and she couldn't help but squirm as she faced the class, causing her breasts to wobble and shake in her tight bra. She kept her eyes focused on the floor, demurely covering her vaginal area with her hands, the flag in her butt a constant reminder of her humiliation. Mr. Peters didn't mind her effort to hide her nakedness, as the pose made her look all the more enticing. There was something alluring about her trying to be modest when she is standing in front of everyone in her lacy bra, panties at her knees, and a flag poking out of her bottom. Mr. Peters himself had to smile at the sight. He walked behind her and reached for the clasp of her bra.

"With your panties at your knees Wendy, it would seem appropriate to also drop your brassiere," before she could register a protest he unclasped her bra and it quickly felt to her wrists. Her full large melons were briefly fully exposed. The boys exclaimed in joy and the girls gasped. Wendy alertly covered her breasts with one hand, keeping the other in front of her cunt. It was a difficult effort, as her arms were entangled in the straps of her bra and her breasts were so large that she could do little more than just hide the nipples. She tried crouching a bit, which did offer a bit more protection but the movement also had the effect of jiggling her boobs and demonstrating her cleavage, as well as poking out the flag. Through all of this she did manage though to keep her cheeks clenched to hold onto the flag. She looked up at her teacher, exclaiming, "Mr. Peters, I am so completely naked now. Must I show them everything?" she pleaded.

"Miss Meadows, this whole exercise began with the intention of demonstrating to the class the attractiveness of your figure. It would seem only appropriate to do so without the hindrance of articles of clothing. I'm sure you can appreciate my concern."

She had to acknowledge that he did have a point, but, 'gee whiz,' she thought, this did seem to be going a bit far. Nevertheless, she knew that she had agreed with the class demonstration. Her current exposure was also substantially less demeaning than her prior pose. She stood up straight again, and moved the hand that was covering her right breast back to her cunt. 'My pussy is not a part of my figure. I can at least keep this part hidden,' she thought.

The class was entranced. Her breasts were undeniably gorgeous. They were exceedingly large but at her age they were still quite firm. They stood up very well despite no longer being supported by her bra. Some might have considered them to be too large, as they were disproportionate to her waist and hips, but it was the appearance of two humongous tits attached to her chest like gigantic melons that made them so appealing and sexy. What was so provocative was their grossly disproportionate size. Mr. Peters again had difficulty hiding an erection.

"As you can see, class, Miss Meadows does indeed have very attractive bosoms." Wendy blushed at his use of the word, speaking so openly about how naked she was in front of the class. As least though he was openly admitting that they were attractive. "They stand up very well despite their size. These are breasts that will make a future husband very happy." None of the boys would disagree with that. All of them were imagining what they would like to do with him. Wendy "Whoppers" was living up to her nickname in spades. The girls were again feeling jealous.

"A young woman can also accentuate the attractiveness of her breasts in a number of ways. First, by pushing into the sides of the breasts with her arms. Wendy, why don't you demonstrate this for the class," Mr. Peters instructed. Wendy knew what he meant. She had often struck this, and other, poses for various boys and teachers, in her efforts to beguile them into doing things for her. She placed her arms to the sides of her globes, then pushed them inward, thereby forcing them out toward the class. The boys appreciated the effect. Her boobs lifted up somewhat and the cleavage was exaggerated.

Her face became beat red as she noticed how stiff her nipples had become with the provocative way she was now showing off her boobs. "Miss Meadows hardly needs any help to augment the presentation of her breasts but you can see the improvement in appearance with this simple gesture." The boys nodded in agreement and appreciation.

"For this next demonstration, Wendy, you will need both of your arms." He removed the bra hanging from her wrists. She looked up at him with some alarm, acceding to the removal of the bra but keeping at least one hand in front of her pussy. "Oh, but Mr. Peters, I will have to then expose, you know, I won't be able to hide"

"Your pussy?", he finished the sentence for her. "Don't worry honey, you have a fine layer of hair that will more than protect your dignity." He finished removing the bra from her arms and placed it along side the blouse on his desk. She had moved her hands back to her crotch but he firmly took her hands and moved them just below her breasts.

"Another way for a woman to accentuate her bosom is to fold her arms right underneath." He stepped back to let Wendy demonstrate for the class. She briefly hesitated, knowing that her cunny would no longer be hidden. However, she folded her arms beneath her breasts, fighting the urge to bring her hands down to hide her pussy. She did though try to squeeze her thighs together to hide the lips of cunny, yet also keep her knees spread enough to prevent the panties from slipping down. The posture made her look a bit silly but at least her modesty was still protected.