pet boy

The moment I enter the classroom, the professor orders me to the front of the room and tells me I have to be punished for my unacceptable behavior.

The first thing he orders me to do is strip.

Of course I hesitate! That's not a normal punishment for a professor to administer to a student, and all my classmates are staring.

But the professor doubles down, saying that if I don't strip myself, he'll rip my clothing off of me, and there'd be no chance of me getting my clothing back at the end of class.

So I strip down to my underwear and hand my clothing to my professor.

But the professor isn't satisfied with just that - he snaps at me, saying that he told me to strip completely.

I'm too scared to argue at this point, so I dutifully remove my underwear, handing that to him as well, and I'm left entirely nude in front of my class.

That's not the only part of my punishment though. Once I'm nude, my professor orders me to put my arms behind my back and proceeds to tie them there so there's no way I can possibly cover myself to restore any semblance of modesty.

I really, really hope that's the end of it, but, to my growing horror, my professor takes out a chair from a back room that has a dildo attachment, and he places it at the front of the classroom facing toward the class.

He wastes no time in forcing me to sit down on the dildo, and he forces my legs to be spread out to properly expose my cunt to my classmates, saying that he'll make my punishment so much worse if I dare to close my legs.

There's no way for me to avoid the gaze of my classmates like this.

Some people barely glance at me. Their glance is a mere acknowledgement of my situation before they focus on more important matters.

Some people stare in a more curious way, perhaps in an almost intellectual way, cataloging my body and my embarrassment like they would with any school assignment.

Some people look at me like they want to eat me alive, and I get scared thinking about what those people would do to me if the professor wasn't there to make sure nobody did anything untoward.

(Although given the situation I find myself in, perhaps the professor wouldn't lift a finger to stop them if they did.)

The professor doesn't make any mention of the way my classmates are looking at me as he starts today's lesson.

But he barely gets a minute into his lecture before I find out about a special feature of the dildo -

It's an electostimulation dildo.

I let out a yelp as it shocks me, and the room goes silent as everyone stares at me.

The professor coughs and then says that apparently he failed to mention that particular feature of the dildo that I was sat on - it was a sensor based dildo that would shock me if I wasn't constantly fucking myself on it.

I was already embarrassed by the humiliation my professor was putting me through, but that pushes my embarrassment into mortification - I couldn't fuck myself on a dildo in front of all my peers!

The second shock I get to my cunt quickly dissuades me of that resistance, and I start to slowly lift myself up and down on the dildo, hoping to get away with fucking myself as little as possible through the duration of class.

My professor reminds me to stay silent so that I don't distract my classmates. Nevermind the fact that half the class isn't paying attention to a word the professor is saying and is instead staring at every move I make.

I do my best to stay quiet anyway because I don't want to get into any worse trouble than I already have, but a few whimpers still slip out despite my efforts. I try to ignore my classmate's stares, but that's basically an impossible task, as I can feel their eyes boring into me even when my eyes are closed.

At some point during class (I don't know when because it's so hard to keep track of time with a dildo in my cunt), the dildo shocks me again despite the fact that I'm still fucking it, albeit slowly, and I let out a scream.

The professor scolds me for making such a loud noise, and I'm shocked once more as I apologize.

I desperately try to fuck the dildo to avoid the shocks, and I quickly figure out that the speed at which I had to fuck the dildo increased at some point, so I was forced to fuck the dildo faster to avoid getting shocked.

I'm periodically shocked through class - sometimes it was because I needed to fuck it faster. Other times it was because I got tired and slowed down because of it.

I barely notice when the class ends, far too focused on fucking myself while controlling my noises.

I only notice when my professor orders me off the dildo and eventually forcefully picks me up to stand at my feet because I didn't hear him.

Being on my feet after being fucked for so long made me shaky and unstable, so I was appreciative of the hand my professor had on my shoulder, even as he berated me for being so dimwitted and unobservant for not noticing that class ended.

My professor ends up reminding me that I had to go to my next class, and I gather just enough of my brain together to ask if he could untie me or perhaps give me my clothes back like he said he would at the end of class.

My professor barks a laugh and says that it's clear that I haven't learned my lesson yet. He wasn't going to give my clothes yet until the end of the day, not the end of class.

I could've sworn he said he'd give them back at the end of class, but my mind was too fuzzy to question the professor.